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Unlocking the big oak doors Emily glances up at the Spring sun filtering through the stained–glass windows of the ‘Institute’. Originally endowed by a Victorian benefactor, now part of a modern university, this old building goes unnoticed by most people passing by on this bright 1993 morning.The research library within opens on just three days a week with Emily, its part-time librarian, fitting the job around her Ph.D. studies. Some colleagues consider it a fusty backwater; Emily rather enjoys the church–like surroundings – lofty ceilings and marble floors – and calm, quiet ambience.Staring the day as usual at 8.45 a.m., Emily turns on the lights, picks up the post and then sits at the front desk waiting for students to arrive. The job isn’t the most exacting; mainly helping undergraduates locate obscure books, its perk being plenty of time to write her thesis and, blush–making to admit, peruse the rather splendid erotica section. Something that’s become a bit of habit of late, leaving her distracted and almost perpetually aroused.This ‘special collection’ is kept locked; its key supposedly secure in a safe; in fact, on a chain around Emily’s neck. Currently ‘in between boyfriends’ (no, not like that!), in truth, modern men – mostly boys inhabiting adult bodies in her opinion – don’t really do it for Emily. Call her traditional but, well, she wants someone old–fashioned.Emily’s romantic, bookish outlook on life sometimes feels unsuited to modern times. As exemplified by today’s attire: cardigan, blouse, and a string of pearls, the epitome of respectability; a typical librarian. Knee-length skirt, sensible shoes, minimal makeup, and glasses habitually perched upon her head complete the academic look. However, underneath, one (who? she reflects glumly) might be surprised to find some almost sinfully brief lingerie adorning her trim figure. Perhaps not so conservative after all… Later that afternoon, Emily looks at her watch, half an hour until closing, not likely to see anyone else today, she thinks. Wrongly, because striding confidently through the rotating door and purposefully approaching her desk is a new customer. In contrast to Ankara escort the usual scruffy students (although arguably the lecturers are worse) he’s smartly dressed. Wearing a tie in fact; Emily likes a chap in a suit, and his fits very well. This tall man with silvery grey hair favours her with a confident smile and Emily melts inside – lust at first sight.Michael, they are quickly on first name terms, is a postgrad mature student working on the final dissertation of an English literature MA. He’s taken a couple of weeks’ leave from an unspecified (Emily suspects high-powered and well-remunerated) job to complete it. Meaning, she sends a silent prayer of thanks to whichever celestial deity might be responsible, he’ll be making frequent trips to the library. Visits she soon begins to eagerly anticipate – feeling disproportionately disappointed on days when this charming, personable, and undoubtedly assertive man doesn’t appear. Get a grip girl, chides her inner voice, whatever your fantasies, this is a purely professional relationship. “What did you do before studying,” she enquires one morning.”Came from money, followed the family tradition into the City and made some more,” he shrugs. “Clichéd thing for a privileged person to say but it didn’t make me happy.””What does?””Good writing, hence my being here in literary mode, how about you?'”A very bright kid from a feckless, underachieving family; got a scholarship, got out of my dead-end town and got a higher education. Not having money means I’ve had to take a series of dull jobs to pay my way.” She’s no need to make her point any more strongly, Michael gets the implication.”Though I detect a steely determination,” he responds without rancour.”Academically, yes,” she agrees, “in order to remain with my beloved books, but unfashionable though it is, I’d happily be rescued by a knight in shining armour. Will you be my knight?” Christ, she thinks, where did that come from? Silly mare, you’ve blown it now.”If you’ll be my damsel in distress I’d be delighted,” Michael answers lightly, but a die has been cast. “What are you working on today?” he enquires Ankara escort bayan conversationally when next visiting.”These books were recently acquired for the special collections section. I’m trying to catalogue them,” she explains, outwardly serene, but heart beating fast.”Ah, the erotica,” Michael raises a knowing eyebrow, “better leave you to it then.” He turns to a nearby table with a couple of hefty tomes and commences making notes while covertly observing Emily, absently twirling a lock of hair with one hand, the other no longer on the table but underneath. Much later, abruptly jolted from a pleasurable reverie by his shadow, Emily becomes abruptly aware of Michael’s looming presence.”You’re spending a lot of time on books from that particular genre,” he says, it isn’t a question.”Well…” she stammers”Perhaps that’s why you’ve twice left the University’s precious erotica shelves unlocked lately?”Her eyes widen in shock. “How did you know?” It’s true, no point in denying the fact.”I notice things. An accident, I’m sure, but rather careless, some might even say naughty. Are you naughty Emily?” Silence – the cat has clearly got her tongue. “Do you deserve to be punished – indeed might that be a better solution than the matter being bought to the attention of the Vice-Chancellor?” Michael presses home his advantage. “Those rare editions are extremely valuable. Perhaps you need to be taught a lesson, bought to book one might say.” Emily gets the joke, but it’s no laughing matter.”Punished… lesson?” she stammers, “what do you mean?””I think you know to what I’m referring – you’ve read enough about spanking, no doubt wondered what it might be like. I don’t believe you’re as innocent as you pretend Emily, I saw you slide a hand under your skirt just then. You deserve to have your bottom smacked.””Oh…” Overwhelmed by his quiet certainty that she’ll obey Ellie discovers in herself a complimentary willingness to defer; feels her pussy throbbing with desire at every word Michael utters. This is ridiculous, thinks her rational brain, I’m an independent woman, he’s no right to demand my obedience. Escort Ankara But you know you want to, responds her libidinous subconscious, you’ve so often dreamt of such a scenario, and how you’d willingly submit…She nods anxiously towards the door. With an unreadable expression, Michael walks purposefully towards the entrance, locks it and returns.”Bad girls require discipline,” he whispers in her ear.”They do, sir,” she meekly agrees.”Come here.”Emily stands next to him, hands behind her back.”Turn around and lean forward against the desk.” Deferentially, eyes downcast, Emily complies; wrapping his left arm around her slender waist Michael slowly, and deliberately raises her skirt. Emily wishes her boobs were just a little bigger; wishes her arse was just a little smaller but knows her lovely legs are just right. Now so does he.A grunt of male disapproval, “I don’t care for tights,” he tugs her pantyhose down revealing flawless bottom cheeks, “next time I expect you to wear stockings.” Next time, who said anything about next time? Despite her mounting panic, Emily has an epiphany of understanding; Michael’s coercion is more implied than actual, less of a threat by him as a need within her. He runs his hands appreciatively over her pristine, unmarked bottom then tugs those unexpectedly racy, almost transparent black panties up hard into Emily’s damp divide, the silken scrap disappearing between puffy pussy lips, chafing her swollen clit.”Turns you on, doesn’t it” he growls, holding her tightly.”Yes, but I’m scared,” she whispers and it’s true, the physical proximity and her helplessness in the hands of an alpha male are more exciting than anything Emily has ever before encountered.Emily tenses, holding her breath, awaiting the inevitable; yet the initial smack still catches her by surprise. At first, it’s mainly about the ringing percussive sound, a numbing shock. Prudently Michael allows a pause, he can tell it’s her first time. Gradually her skin pinkens and a sharp stinging sensation suffuses Emily’s posterior.”Oh,” she looks at him wide-eyed, “oh yes”, amazed by her own compliance with the punitive intentions of a man she scarcely knows. A second spank, slightly harder this time.”Feeling it now, aren’t you,” Michael mutters, “rather different from in the stories you’re so keen on?” Indeed, the physical reality of what before was only fevered fiction is raw and immediate.” I’ll stop if you ask me to,” he adds.