It’s late on a Saturday night, and she is making me spend it at the campus library, studying. I’m not happy about it, In fact, I’d rather be doing just about anything else, and I’m making sure to tell her that any chance I get.

We’re here because she has a big paper due on Monday, and I’m supposed to be studying for my history exam. But I’m bored, and ready to leave. I’ve been ready to leave since the sunset an hour ago. Why the fuck does the campus library have to stay open so late? I swear we’re the only ones in this place.

I look across the table at her. She has several stacks of books scattered about. There are three books open, and somehow, I know she’s reading all of them at the same time. Not only is my girlfriend sexy, she’s also crazy smart.

“Hey, wanna get out of here, maybe go to your place?” I say, trying to sound sexy.

“I’m not done,” she responds. “And how are you doing on your studying? Do you know the material?”

“Um, yeah good enough at this point” I say, instantly regretting the lack of conviction in my voice.

“Mmm-hmm,” she says doubtfully, looking up at me. She moves her books aside to reach over and grab the study material I hadn’t touched for at least the past 20 minutes. “Ok, let’s see how you’re doing, big guy.” She proceeds to ask a question off the first page of the material.

“In the war of Athens with Sparta, what strategy did Pericles propose?” she asked, staring at me with that sexy smirk on her face.

“Umm, surprise attack?” I guess. I have no fucking clue.

“Wrong,” she states, immediately flipping to another page, randomly selecting her next question. “The first major buildings erected by Greeks in the Archaic age were…?”

I let out an immature chuckle. “Erect,” I say with a laugh. She’s not amused.

She stands up and points for me to come stand next to her. Obediently, I stand and quickly move around the table, to her side. I realize my playful teasing went too far, and now she’s upset with me. This isn’t what I was going for, so I know I need to make an extra effort to please her.

“Turn around,” she orders, making me face one of the bookshelves. She reaches down and around my waist with both hands, unbuttoning my jeans. She proceeds to roughly pull them down, and they pool around my ankles.

“Babe, someone might see,” I plead with her in a whisper.

“Shush!” she commands. “You’ve been wasting your time when you should have been studying. I tried to be patient with you, but you haven’t learned anything you need to be ready for your test. I don’t like to do it, but you need a punishment.”

With that, she puts her hands in the waistband of my boxers, pulling them down and exposing me in a single move. “Well, look at that. You’re already getting hard.” She teases me from behind, her hands reaching around and lightly touching my cock, causing it to jump to full attention. “No-no, we aren’t here for a reward.” She lightly slaps my hard member with one hand, causing me to jump a little. She then moves her hands across my thighs. She adjusts slightly, and places her right palm on my ass.

“Get ready. I want you to count each smack,  followed by a thank you. Anything else, and we’ll start over.” Her voice, calm and soothing, is causing me to anticipate the sensation of her hand smacking my flesh.

She then takes her left hand and pushes down on the back of my head, bracing herself while forcing my face into the shelf of books.

I grab onto the shelf with both hands, preparing for my punishment. I hope she gets this over quickly.

She lifts her hand and comes down with a satisfying “smack” against my cheeks. “One, thank you mistress,” I say as quietly as I can. I haven’t seen a soul in hours, but it would be just my luck to have some librarian turn the corner.

The next smack is even more satisfying, and I can’t help letting out a light yelp. “Two, thank you mistress.”  My hard cock is shoved against the books and I’m leaking pre-cum. I feel bad for the books.

The next two smacks deliver in steady rhythm. “Three, thank you mistress. Four, thank you mistress.”

By now my my ass cheeks are starting to sting just a little. It’s the cheeks on my face that I feel the true heat, as I flush with embarrassment at being spanked in a public place.  It’s never really about the pain with her, in fact most of my spankings barely leave my ass a light pink. The real punishment is doing this to me somewhere I could be seen by others.

She continues to spank me, and I reply with count and a proper thank you. By the time we reach 15, I can tell she’s getting really turned on. The rate at which she is smacking my ass has slowed, and each time her hand remains on my cheek, lightly rubbing away the pain. “Sixteen, ohh, thank you mistress,” I let out. I think that was her ‘finale’, one last smack that is a bit harder than the others.

“Well baby, I think you learned your lesson.” She softly rubs my ass cheeks with her hand, melting the pain away. “I think we should go back to my place and I’ll make you feel better. But you have to promise me you’ll study tomorrow.”

“I promise. I’ll be a good boy.. tomorrow” I say with a smirk. I pull up my boxers and jeans, mindful that I’m still fully erect and dripping. I doubt my erection will go away until we get back to her place, and she does whatever the fuck she wants to with it.

She knows I can’t say no to her.