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The Naughty Librarian: Vegas Brides Trilogy, Book 2

By: Marie Pinkerton
Published By: Blushing Press
Copyright: �2014 by Blushing Books� and Marie Pinkerton
4 Chapters / 17,300 Words
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Glennys has reached Internet fame with tall tales of being the naughty college librarian. In reality, she's too chicken to ask for what she really wants - a good old-fashioned, over the knee spanking. Her lies catch up with her and Carlos makes an honest woman out of her. In more ways than one.
CHAPTER ONE

I looked over at my boyfriend Carlos, and blushed, remembering a recent blog post I’d made.� That in turn reminded me that my iPad mini, which I used to make entries on the road (seriously, have you ever tried making a long post on a smartphone?), was still up in the hotel room I officially was sharing with my best friend Abby.

On our way to his hotel room, Carlos didn’t mind stopping by mine to grab the iPad, and I went ahead and gathered my overnight bag as well.� It might have been a bit optimistic, thinking that I’d be spending the night with him, but at the very least, I wanted to change into something more comfortable.� Innuendo very much intended.

I paused when I saw Abby’s open suitcase next to mine.� I love my best friend, but she dresses so.... frumpy.� Just what I try to avoid � can you imagine being a librarian under thirty that dresses frumpy?� I’d never get a date.

“Hey Carlos,” I raised my voice so he could hear me in the living area of the suite.� “Can you see if there’s any scissors or a knife in the kitchenette?”

He came into the bedroom, which previously he was too shy to enter (how outspoken, extroverted me ended up with such a refrained, prim cutie of a boyfriend was still surprising), and handed me a serious looking knife.� I looked with admiration at the comfortable handle and wicked-looking blade.� This had to be his personal item, not something from the hotel’s lacking kitchen area.

I slashed long rips into two of Abby’s shirts before Carlos realized what I was doing.� The jujitsu that Carlos was learning was used against me; and before I could blink he had disarmed me and wrapped his body around mine, preventing me from moving an inch.

Oooh.� He can practice his martial arts against me at any time.� Being restrained... worked for me, and sent my lady parts all a twitter.

“What, in the name of all that’s holy, are you doing?”� His mouth was millimeters from my ear, and my back shivered as his breath hit my ear.� Maybe he’d consider nuzzling my earlobe while he was there?

He cleared his throat, and I remembered he had asked a question.� “She just got married,” I said simply.

“Not good enough, coraz�n.”

I tried again.� “Her clothes aren’t what a newlywed should wear.� I’m helping her out.� Now she can go shopping for new clothes.”

“And you don’t think she’d just buy the same clothes she has been wearing?”

I paused.� Damn him, bringing logic into this.� Didn’t he realize I was still drunk?� Maybe down to tipsy at this point, but still... alcohol.� “Nah,” I lied.� “She’s had sex now. �Or will, when they get back to the hotel.� She’ll want to dress for Mark.”

Carlos grudgingly let me up, and showed me a better way to hold the knife.� Apparently holding it ‘upside-down’ (blade down) was more efficient.� I slashed her granny-panties, and was surprised at how much easier it was.

Destruction of clothes finished, Carlos grabbed my bag for me, and I picked up my iPad case, and we headed over to his room.

Unlike us bridesmaids, visiting Las Vegas for a weekend bachelorette party and sharing suites, Carlos and his military buddies each had rooms to themselves.� I was a bit surprised that Carlos was letting me spend the remains of the night with him.� He’d always been very clear about his limits in the past.� His religious upbringing kept him from having sex before marriage.� While I didn’t share in those beliefs, I respected them, and didn’t push him more than his comfort level.� For me, though, I wanted him.� Badly.

I flopped on one side of the king-sized bed, and took my iPad out of its case.� Carlos may be able to fall right asleep, but I wanted to memorialize the evening.� Besides, the sheer volume of alcohol I had consumed was keeping me awake and hyper, and there was no chance I was falling asleep anytime soon.

I wrote up a stirring description of the public attempted birthday spanking of my best friend, and fellow bridesmaid, Abby, last night.� As usual, I exaggerated the incident, and made it out to have taken place by me.

Yeah, this was my ‘thing’.

See, the world thought I was the ‘Naughty Librarian’, the popular smut blogger.� And when I say, ‘thought I was’, I mean not just the author, but ‘lived the life’.� I had started the blog in college, once I realized I wanted to be a librarian.� A librarian isn’t a popular career choice amongst college students, and I got laughed at.� Almost as much as a friend that wanted to be a dentist.� I didn’t like being mocked, so the Naughty Librarian was born.

She was everything I wasn’t � outspoken, extroverted, made crude comments, had a ton of one-night stands.� Comments on the blog posts early on were by men wanting to do sexual acts with her, including spank her.� One particularly wordy one described, in explicit detail, spanking the Naughty Librarian with a wooden ruler, with her bent over the reference desk.� That titillated me, and obviously did that particular commenter, so I embraced spanking as part of the persona.� I continued the blog through getting my Master’s, and many people around my college campus knew I was the author.�

When I had interviewed for the librarian position at Palomar College (where I am currently employed), I thought I’d be starting a new life, free from the Naughty Librarian.� I could leave her behind, and continue with a normal life.� Unfortunately, my reputation preceded me, and while I got the job on my own merits, other librarians at the college found out my secret.� Something as juicy as this spreads quickly, and within days all of the administrative staff knew who I was.� I’ve had to be the Naughty Librarian ever since.

I’ve never figured out why I kept the blog going, and didn’t just let it drop.� Maybe deep down I always wanted to be like her, instead of a prim and proper quiet librarian with her hair in a bun.� Maybe it’s like the old saying, ‘fake it until you make it’ � I had pretended to be the Naughty Librarian for so long, I’ve adopted it as my own life.

Much of what I wrote was embellishments.� Okay, maybe they were flat out lies.� But I prefer to think of them as a persona... not really lies, just more... stories.� Obviously my readers were interested in them.

I hit ‘publish’, tossed the iPad onto my pillow and climbed out of the huge bed, heading for the bathroom.� I freshened up, opened the door, and my heart caught in my throat.� Carlos was reading my iPad.

“It started to fall off the pillow,” Carlos stated.� “I caught it, and the screen lit up.� Imagine my surprise when I saw my name on there.”

“Um.”

“I must be having memory problems.� My commanding officer should be told, since if I don’t remember spanking and fucking you every way to Sunday, who knows what I’m missing at work?”

“Um.”

Carlos had moved to the edge of the bed, probably after catching the iPad when it fell, and patted his knee.� I didn’t pretend not to know what he meant by that.� With as much dignity as I could muster, which wasn’t much, I draped myself over his lap.

My boyfriend wasted no time in yanking down my sweats.� My thong hid my privates from view, but my butt cheeks were out there for Carlos to see.

“According to your blog, you ‘think best’ in this position.”� He rested one large, calloused hand on the far cheek, and I let out an eep.� “Can you ‘think’ of any excuse that I should entertain?� Or do you need some incentive?”� He punctuated his last question with a swat.

“I’m good!” I squeaked.� I totally was not the Naughty Librarian, not when a single spank raised my voice an octave.

“So?”

“Um.” I ran through several possible excuses, and decided on honesty.� I explained the whole long story, starting with college.

Carlos listened to the rush of words flowing out of me, and rubbed circles on my exposed bottom.� “When did you plan on telling me all of this?”

I felt like a broken record.� “Um.”

That received, probably well deserved, another swat.

“I couldn’t tell you!” I pled.

“Glennys.� We met at a dungeon.� Why would you think I wouldn’t understand?”

You’d think � and obviously Carlos thought � that meeting in such an inauspicious location would have made telling my boyfriend about my blog easier.� After all, our meeting had prompted me to write one of the more popular blog posts, and I hadn’t even exaggerated it.� Much.

 

Sometimes, in my hunt for new blog posts, I had to do research.� More than just Google searches that caused my malware scanner to do extra duty.

After several weeks of choosing the perfect dungeon to visit, and three times where I turned around before walking through the front door, I finally pulled the trigger.� Maybe it was the very cute, very normal person walking in that made me get out of my car and follow him in like a stray puppy.� The look of instant fear on his face when he realized someone followed him in was adorable � the ‘oh God, maybe I don’t want to be here’ look.� I gave him a quick grin of ‘don’t worry, I’m in the same boat’, and we stepped up to the check-in desk together.

“I’d like a tour,” I managed to whisper, the boldness of being there warring with the deep-down introvert.

“You a couple?� Sorry,” the check-in man said to the handsome man next to me, “no unaccompanied males allowed.”

My compatriot gave me a glance, and I nodded and put my arm in his.�

Stewart, the leather-clad dungeon employee, came around the desk after we had introduced ourselves.� I thought we did a stellar job of pretending we were just introducing ourselves to Stewart, instead of just finding out each other’s names for the first time.� My good-looking arm-candy was Carlos.�

For ease of walking, I dropped my hand from Carlos’ elbow to holding his hand.� This... was nice.� I couldn’t remember the last time I just held hands with a man.� I’d say it made me feel like I was in high school again, but I was never in a place like this in high school.� There were times I wished I could do my high school years over again, and visiting a dungeon would have changed my life.� Maybe I wouldn’t be lying in blog posts if that had been the case.

Carlos and I climbed the stairs behind Stewart, and he opened the door � surprisingly quiet, for a door � at the landing at the top of the stairs, and gestured us into the room.

I could immediately tell we weren’t in Oz anymore.� After seeing the sights in front of me, I didn’t think I could ever return to Oz.

The second floor of the converted warehouse-into-dungeon was completely open.� The only doors were the one we just came through, and a matching one at the other end of the building.� The support beams throughout the floor were turned into various restraints.� One was a fully functional whipping post, with a male bound naked to it, getting lashed by a dominatrix.� I jumped at the first crack of the whip, tightening my grip on Carlos’ hand.

He bent down to whisper in my ear.� “What, you don’t want to be in that position?”�

I shivered.� I wasn’t sure.

I did know I didn’t envy the woman in front of me... or did I?� She was standing spread-eagle between two support beams, shackles keeping each limb firmly in place.� Nipple clamps were on each breast, and a third wire went down between her legs; a clamp on her clit, I figured.� Every so often the clamps would vibrate, and the woman would writhe on the edge between pain and pleasure.� Looking around, I saw a man spanking another naked woman bound over a table, and every now and then he’d turn and point a remote at the spread-eagle woman.� That got my attention, in a good way.� When her clit vibrated, mine did as well.

When it came down to it, though, I didn’t know if I would like the public aspect of this part of the dungeon.� I really didn’t think I was into exhibitionism.� Being spanked here would make me feel too exposed.

I mentioned that quietly to Carlos and Stewart when the guide asked our thoughts on the floor.� “I don’t think you’d be thinking too much in this situation,” Carlos pointed out, fascinated at the various couples in the middle of a scene.

Stewart interrupted before I could speak up.� “We follow limits very strictly here � if she’s not comfortable, that’s fine.� Safe words are mandatory, and we have an official dungeon safe word as well.� If that word is used, any employee or Dom within earshot will come to assist.”

Carlos nodded in acquiescence, and I breathed a sigh of relief.� This might not be that bad.� Doable for the Naughty Librarian (not me, of course).

Stewart led us back through the door, and up to the third floor.

“Up here are the private rooms,” he said.� “It’s first-come, first-serve.”� He poked his head into an open door to verify it was empty, and motioned us in, giving us a minute to look around.

Like downstairs, the room was dimly lit.� If someone had an interrogation kink, they couldn’t meet it here (or had to bring their own light bulbs).� There was enough light to see what you were doing, but barely enough, in my opinion, to see how much damage a Dom was doing to a Sub.� I wasn’t sure I liked that � I didn’t want the huge whip marks like the man downstairs, and definitely wanted to avoid massive bruises.

For furniture, there was plenty.� A bed took up one corner � while it was a 4-poster, with spots to anchor arms and legs in place, I was a bit surprised to see a bed.� I thought dungeons were more for the kink than for sex, and I didn’t see a bed as ‘useful’ for much other than pure sex.�

A sling of some sort hung in another corner.� From here, I couldn’t work out the straps and netting to figure out how it was used.� Like the whipping post, it was another item that I didn’t want to dwell on much.

My interest was more towards the spanking bench and table, and I moved closer to them, Carlos following due to our still interlocked hands.

“You can try it out,” Stewart suggested.� I blinked, and Carlos shrugged.

“Up to you,” he said, his thumb rubbing my hand lightly in comfort.

I still hesitated, and Stewart noticed.� “You haven’t signed any paperwork yet, so I can’t allow you to do any full scenes.� But if you want to stay dressed, you can try out the positions, and see if it will work for you two.”

I decided to let the Naughty Librarian back out, since she was the one who brought me here in the first place.� With a deep breath, I dropped Carlos’ hand and headed over to the bench.�

The bench itself looked like a heavily modified sawhorse.� There were leg rails halfway down the height of the bench, and they ran the full length.� I hopped up, putting my knees and calves on the leg rails, and one of my flip-flops immediately fell off.� I knew I chose the wrong shoes.

There was a separate set of padded rails for my forearms to rest on, and I figured the remaining cushion was for my head.� I wiggled � not totally uncomfortable.� The top of the horse was wider than I’d have liked.� While I liked my legs being spread (and I tried really hard not to think about Carlos staring at my rear end), the edges of the horse would dig into my hips after a while.

As soon as I lifted my hips off of the horse to try to find a more comfortable position there was a light smack on my butt.� I turned to see � Carlos had grabbed my fallen flip-flop, and spanked me with it, a slight smile on his face.� “He said to test it out.”

Carlos gave a few more swats, which I barely felt through my jeans.� They were enough, however, to make my legs and private parts twitch in anticipation, and my other shoe fell off.� I definitely needed to wear better footwear.� And I really hoped I hadn’t stepped in anything yucky recently.

Carlos gave one final tap, and then helped me off the horse.� He put one hand in the small of my back and led me to the table.

What I had thought was the table’s structural support wasn’t.� Stewart, after first asking, moved my ankles to either side, using the wood frame as a spreader bar.� Glancing down, I noticed anklets to keep me in place.

I took another deep breath and nodded.� Carlos raised an eyebrow, sexily, with thoughtfulness, and reached down and snapped both anklets in place, making sure not to catch my jeans in them.� He ran a hand up one leg and on the outside of my hip as he stood.

I was definitely beginning to like Carlos.� With the squeeze he did on my butt, I think he liked me too.

“Where...” I began to ask. �Stewart anticipated my question, and walked around the table to where more shackles had hung down over the side.�

“Sides or front?”� He asked.� I saw what he meant � the shackles could be fastened at three different places � the sides, corners, or front of the table.� That would make my hands be out at ninety degrees from my body, spread-eagle, or above my head.� I moved my hands to the various positions, and settled on above my head for now.

This...I liked.� While the table wasn’t as padded as the bench, there was enough to keep my hips from hitting the wood frame of the table, and enough for my chest to feel supported.� Until the spanking started, this would be quite comfortable.

I said so, and Carlos’ eyes immediately began to gleam again.� His gaze roamed around the room, and settled on a wall I hadn’t noticed before.

The wall had, other than yet more shackles to keep a person up against it (there was enough ironwork to keep a smithy in business!), a full collection of paddles, whips, canes, and other implements I didn’t know the name of.

Carlos walked over, and ran his hand lightly over various paddles.� I suddenly wished I had not put my sandals back on.� He selected a thick leather paddle with holes in it, and swung it through the air and made hard contact with his hand.� “Ow!” he exclaimed, and shook his hand to get the sting out of it.� “That fucking hurts!”

I couldn’t help it, and snorted with laughter.

Carlos chuckled at himself, and walked towards me.� “Is something funny?” he said, trying to be menacing, but the grin on his face belied the seriousness.

“Oh no, not at all,” I mocked him back.

His reply was to introduce me to his new friend.� Even through the jeans, it smarted, and I didn’t think he was swatting all that hard.� I could see why he startled himself on the hand.� He made a few more joking spanks before setting the paddle on the table and removing my restraints.

Stewart saw me massaging my wrists where the shackles had rubbed, and pointed to a cabinet bolted to the wall next to the door.� “There’s fur liners in there that you can use for the restraints if desired.� We recommend bringing your own condoms, but we have extras in each room just in case.� Nothing fancy, so seriously, bring your own,” he said with a quick grin.

“There’s also disinfectant in each cupboard,” he continued.� “Please wipe down all furniture and implements after each use.� Despite the obvious reasons you’re thinking, MRSA is a concern; another dungeon was shut down last year after an MRSA outbreak was traced back to it.� That wasn’t fun for the members, so please remember to clean your tools.� You’ll appreciate the safety and anonymity.� We also do a thorough cleaning each night, but still, you take your own responsibility.”

It made sense to me � I hadn’t thought about MRSA being an issue, but sweating here would be no different from sweating at a gym.� Carlos and I watched Stewart demonstrate proper cleaning techniques, and then followed him back downstairs.

“So, how many months’ membership can I sign you up for?”� Stewart asked as he walked around the reception desk and pulled out two forms.

Carlos and I both eyed each other.� One thing this experience taught me was that it was much better to come as a couple.� If I were randomly getting a Dom here, I wouldn’t know what to expect.� Yes, we’d communicate limits and safe words, but there’s a familiarity that I wouldn’t have.

But would I agree to come back with Carlos?� Yeah, I liked what I’ve seen of him so far, and his mere touch sent tingles down my spine, but how much of that was just from being another person in the same fish-out-of-water situation I was in?

“How about we take the forms and bring them back next time?” Carlos suggested for both of us.� Stewart recognized the kiss-off for what it was, and didn’t push.

I grabbed my copy of the documents and followed Carlos out the door.

“Well.� That was�” he sighed, and leaned up against the building.

“Interesting,” I finished for him, and leaned against the wall next to him.� I glanced around, and saw a diner a block or so away.� I pointed it out to him.� “Buy you a cup of coffee?”

Carlos ended up paying for the coffee, and dinner when we were still there talking two hours later.� We hit it off, so to speak, and while we didn’t make plans to visit the dungeon anytime soon, we recognized a kindred kink spirit in the other, and exchanged phone numbers and started dating.

Our dating history had gotten memorialized in the blog, and was distorted out of proportion.� The lies from there escalated, leaving me where I was currently � thong-clad butt displayed for Carlos over his knee, stinging from severe swats of his heavy hand.

“You about done thinking?”� He gave me a few more spanks, right on the sit-spot.� “You’ve had long enough.”

I realized that reliving how we met had taken a fair amount of time.� By how my butt stung, he had to have been spanking the entire time.� I was too wrapped up in my own head to embrace the spanking.�� This one lie, I realized, was for real.� I did think better over his knee.� If that was true, what else was true?� Was the blog, and the Naughty Librarian, really what my subconscious wanted?

Another spank centered my thoughts again.� “I’m sorry?” I tried.

“Glennys,” Carlos sighed.� He flipped me over and cuddled me.� “It’s not that I want to hurt you to get you to talk to me.”

“No!” I hurried, words overlapping each other in their rush to come out.� “I don’t think that in the least!� You never have to worry about hurting me.� I trust you.� Completely.”

“Then why didn’t you tell me about the blog?”

He had a good point.� Why didn’t I?� “I was scared,” I admitted.� “I was afraid that if you knew, you’d realize how screwed up in the head I was, and want nothing to do with me.”� There.� Honesty.� Taking off my thong right now wouldn’t have left me more vulnerable.

“Glennys,” he sighed again, and tucked my head under his chin and kissed my forehead.� “I love you for who you are.� We met in a dungeon.� I’m just as afraid that you’d hate me for wanting to tie you up and spank you.”

I ignored the tinglies the ‘tie me up and spank me’ line generated, and fixated on the first statement.� “You love me?”

He nodded, and I felt it from where my head was.� “I’ve loved you since you first boldly laid over a spanking horse for me.”

I felt the silence in the room after that bombshell, and then realized it was my turn to speak.� “I love you too,” I whispered, not daring to speak my thoughts any louder.

He shook me gently.� “I love you, you dummy.� You don’t have to be scared to tell me you love me.� You don’t have to even be scared to tell me you want me to spank you.”

I cringed, feeling that emotion right now.� “I am, though.� I love when you spank me, but I can’t bring myself to tell you my fantasies.”

Carlos paused, then shifted me off of him onto the bed and knelt down in front of me.

“Marry me, and I’ll make all of your fantasies come true.”

Unlike Mark and Abby’s Elvis wedding, our ceremony was classier.� We got married in a drive-thru.


JK on 05/09/2014 11:01am
I just loved the premise of this book! Glennys gets to be a shy librarian to most of the world, and still gets her naughty fantasies out by writing about them!! It just starts off cute; the way they meet, LOL! How Carlos first finds her stories, and what ensues! And then, we get to read about Carlos making many of these fantasies come true! A must read for anyone!! Thank you Marie Pinkerton!
JK on 05/09/2014 11:01am
I just loved the premise of this book! Glennys gets to be a shy librarian to most of the world, and still gets her naughty fantasies out by writing about them!! It just starts off cute; the way they meet, LOL! How Carlos first finds her stories, and what ensues! And then, we get to read about Carlos making many of these fantasies come true! A must read for anyone!! Thank you Marie Pinkerton!
Etta Stark on 05/03/2014 01:12pm
There were some quite cute spanking scenes between Glennys and Carlos here. Particularly the descriptions of their first meeting at a dungeon but really there's no actual plot to this book at all. And to be honest, the tiny bits of storyline that do happen, I didn't really understand. Who was getting married? Why does Glennys feeling guilty about it? Why was she carrying divorce papers around with her? No idea. Really this was just a bunch of spanking and sex scenes one after each other. Nicely written but I prefer it when there's a reason to care about the characters and something to drive the narrative.
Etta Stark on 05/03/2014 01:12pm
There were some quite cute spanking scenes between Glennys and Carlos here. Particularly the descriptions of their first meeting at a dungeon but really there's no actual plot to this book at all. And to be honest, the tiny bits of storyline that do happen, I didn't really understand. Who was getting married? Why does Glennys feeling guilty about it? Why was she carrying divorce papers around with her? No idea. Really this was just a bunch of spanking and sex scenes one after each other. Nicely written but I prefer it when there's a reason to care about the characters and something to drive the narrative.
Marybeth on 04/29/2014 03:13pm
The Naughty Librarian is the second in the Vegas Brides series. Carlos finds out that Glennys is the author of the Naughty Librarian blog. He decides that they should recreate the different posts that are on her blog. But after the first spanking they decide that they should get married. This is a very well-written novella. There are lots of spankings, both disciplinary and for fun. They have a discussion about safewords. They even visit an adult store to purchase implements to spank Glennys with. Carlos and Glennys have a good relationship. I do wish that this novella was longer. I think that there could have been more background in their relationship.
Marybeth on 04/29/2014 03:13pm
The Naughty Librarian is the second in the Vegas Brides series. Carlos finds out that Glennys is the author of the Naughty Librarian blog. He decides that they should recreate the different posts that are on her blog. But after the first spanking they decide that they should get married. This is a very well-written novella. There are lots of spankings, both disciplinary and for fun. They have a discussion about safewords. They even visit an adult store to purchase implements to spank Glennys with. Carlos and Glennys have a good relationship. I do wish that this novella was longer. I think that there could have been more background in their relationship.
K Tyler on 04/29/2014 03:48am
This was a short enjoyable read. This is a story about a librarian who lives vicariously through her blog. She discovers her love of her live accidentally at a tour of a BDSM club where they pretend to be a couple and in short order it becomes reality. They soon marry and when her husband discovers her naughty blog he’s determine to make her fantasies come to life. If you’re looking for plenty of sex and spanking this is the story for you.
K Tyler on 04/29/2014 03:48am
This was a short enjoyable read. This is a story about a librarian who lives vicariously through her blog. She discovers her love of her live accidentally at a tour of a BDSM club where they pretend to be a couple and in short order it becomes reality. They soon marry and when her husband discovers her naughty blog he۪s determine to make her fantasies come to life. If you۪re looking for plenty of sex and spanking this is the story for you.
SL on 04/25/2014 10:59am
It was a cute story of a librarian who had been straight laced in her normal every day life, but wrote a blog where she became the Naughty Librarian that liked spankings. She writes about her adventures on her blog, although they are all made up because she has never experienced a man to take her in hand. Glennys writes about Carlos, giving her spankings, but she has never confided in him that she is interested. She falls in love with Carlos and he finds her blog and the two of them play out what she has written. I liked that Carlos and Glennys were a cute couple. He seemed to understand her and her needs. They did meet at a “club that caters to doms and subs”, even if it was only a trial tour to see if it was their style. The story is light with lots of fantasy scenes and plenty of spankings. Toward the end of the story they become more of a domestic discipline couple. But the story is light, with lots of spankings, and sex. I would have liked to see more of their early dates and such, not just the end when they became a quick husband and wife. It was a cute fast read. It is short though.
SL on 04/25/2014 10:59am
It was a cute story of a librarian who had been straight laced in her normal every day life, but wrote a blog where she became the Naughty Librarian that liked spankings. She writes about her adventures on her blog, although they are all made up because she has never experienced a man to take her in hand. Glennys writes about Carlos, giving her spankings, but she has never confided in him that she is interested. She falls in love with Carlos and he finds her blog and the two of them play out what she has written. I liked that Carlos and Glennys were a cute couple. He seemed to understand her and her needs. They did meet at a club that caters to doms and subs۝, even if it was only a trial tour to see if it was their style. The story is light with lots of fantasy scenes and plenty of spankings. Toward the end of the story they become more of a domestic discipline couple. But the story is light, with lots of spankings, and sex. I would have liked to see more of their early dates and such, not just the end when they became a quick husband and wife. It was a cute fast read. It is short though.

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