The Naughty Librarian

By Marie Pinkerton

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.

• Language: English
• Publisher: Blushing
• Release date: May 17, 2014
• ISBN: 9781627502566

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The Naughty Librarian

A Vegas Brides Novel

By

Marie Pinkerton

Copyright 2014 Blushing Books and Marie Pinkerton

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Pinkerton, Marie

The Naughty Librarian

eBook ISBN: 978-1-62750-2566

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This book is intended for adults only. Spanking and other sexual activities represented in this book are fantasies only, intended for adults. Nothing in this book should be interpreted as Blushing Books' or the author's advocating any non-consensual spanking activity or the spanking of minors.

Table of Contents:

Chapter One

Chapter Two

Chapter Three

Chapter Four

About the Author

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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, corazón."

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.