Warnings: librarian/student, dub con
Notes: A butch lesbian character, Finley, uses they/them pronouns
The campus library is deserted on a Sunday afternoon. Most students at Brakebridge College go home on the weekends. Finley and Blake have books and laptops spread out over a large wooden desk in the middle of the library. Finley has a sociology essay to write, and they're pouring over their books for their notations and highlights from the class readings. Blake has a biology test to study for, and she's failing this semester. Okay, not failing. She has a B. But that's not good enough.
When Finley's essay is half of the required word count, they yawn and stretch their neck.
"How you doing over there, Blake?" they ask.
She sighs deeply. "I just truly don't care about mitosis, Finley. And I also don't care about meiosis, for that matter."
"How can I help you care about mitosis and meiosis?" Finley asks.
"You can't," Blake says dramatically, crossing her arms on the table and dropping her head down.
Finley and Blake have been hooking up for a few months now, ever since they met at their school's tiny Gay Straight Alliance fall dance. Blake was looking fine as hell in a blazer and button-up with her long black hair down, and Finley wore a black denim jacket and their blond hair in a ponytail. Blake approached Finley and promptly complimented their "they/them" pronoun pin on their jacket. They danced and exchanged numbers, and their texting turned to sexting before Finley came over to Blake's apartment and made good on their promises.
Blake has always been a top-leaning switch, but Finley has been itching to fuck her. They've been sexting about it lately and Blake has been a tease, entertaining the idea over text but being too busy to fuck for the past couple of weeks. She's been obsessed with studying, talking about how her grades are slipping because she has a B in both biology and French right now.
"I have an idea," Finley says, unable to hide the smirk that creeps across their face.
"Yeah?" Blake mumbles into her crossed arms.
"Yeah," Finley says, straightening their face. "Come with me to the stacks. Bring your notes."
"Oh...kay..." Blake says suspiciously. She grabs her biology textbook and follows Finley into the back stacks, the history section.
Finley sets up her phone in the Europe 1800-1899 books, leaning it up and setting it to video record.
"What's this?" Blake asks.
"This is your motivation to study," Finley says. They motion for Blake to sit down on the floor next to them in front of the camera. "I'll ask you questions, and give you treats for every correct answer."
Treats? Blake wonders.
Finley motions for Blake to give them her notes.
"Okay... First, what is the difference between meiosis and mitosis?"
"Mitosis is cell division for replication, meiosis is cell division for reproduction."
"Good job," Finley praises, and kisses her hard on the lips. Blake feels hot under the camera's gaze, being kissed by her friend with benefits.
"Okay, next question," Finley moves on like nothing happened. "What is the first step of mitosis?"
"Prophase, then metaphase, then anaphase, then telophase," Blake declares.
"Overachiever," Finley says. "We'll just have to give you an extra prize for that."
They lean to kiss Blake, but dodge her lips and reach for her neck instead, sucking on the point that always makes her whimper. She does and then remembers the camera and looks back at it, wide eyed.
Finley sucks harder and Blake's eyes flutter closed. Finley brings her hand to tangle in Blake's long black hair and tugs, exposing her neck further and licking. Blake whimpers again, unable to help herself.
Finley pulls away, smirking. "Good girl," they whisper in her ear. She catches her breath, breathing in the cold library air and the smell of the old books.
"Okay," they say, looking over the biology notes. "What are the steps of meiosis?"
"Okay, it's prophase one, metaphase one, anaphase one, telophase one, then prophase two, metaphase two, anaphase two, and telophase two."
"Easy," Finley says. "You got this."
"Yeah, but there are other details to remember, like --" Finley interrupts her with a kiss, slipping their tongue in this time. They start unbuttoning Blake's shirt, enough buttons to slip a hand inside her shirt and play with her nipples. She whimpers helplessly into Finley's mouth. Finley plays with both nipples until pulling back and checking Blake's notes for another question.
"Hmm..." Finley hums. "At what phase are homologous chromosomes separated?"
"Anaphase one of meiosis," Blake says.
"Good girl," Finley grins. She reaches in to unbutton the rest of Blake's shirt, pulling it off her shoulders and tying her wrists behind her back with it. Blake whines, trying to pull on her new wrist restraints.
Finley reaches in to play with her nipples again, now in full view of the camera.
They lean in to kiss the same spot on her neck, sucking hard and probably leaving a hickey. It's making Blake wet.
Then Finley pulls away and leaves Blake topless and helpless, sitting on the floor.
They look over the notes again and ask, "During which stage of meiosis do the sister chromatids begin to move toward the poles?"
"Anaphase two," Blake replies. She licks her lips.
"You're gonna ace this test," Finley says.
They bend down to kiss Blake's nipples, licking and sucking gently. Blake moans, "Oh."
"Shh," Finley shushes her. "We don't want to get caught." Blake nods and swallows.
Finley returns to sucking on her nipples, swirling her tongue in different patterns.
Blake breathes hard. Finley brings a hand to rub Blake's crotch through her jeans, and she suppresses a moan.
"Do you want me to fuck you?" Finley asks in Blake's ear. Blake nods with wide, desperate eyes.
They pull away, and scan the notes again. "During which stage of meiosis do tetrads line up at the equator?"
"Metaphase one," Blake whimpers.
"What's the matter, Blake?" Finley teases. "Is something getting you hot and bothered?"
"No, not really," Blake says sarcastically.
"Oh?" Finley challenges. "Not even this?" They rub Blake's cunt over her jeans again, pulling a surprised moan from her mouth. "What's that?" Finley asks.
"Please," Blake whimpers. "Please Finley."
"Please what?"
She closes her eyes and swallows. She opens them and stares Finley in the eye. "Please fuck me."
"Mmm, good girl," Finley hums. They unbutton Finley's jeans and stick their hand down her pants, reaching for her pussy and finding it soaking wet. "Fuck," Finley says.
"Fuck," Blake moans, covering her face with her hands. "Oh fuck."
"Let me see you, baby," Finley coaxes, trying to gently remove her hands from her face. She pulls her hands down, and she's blushing beet red.
"Finley," she moans, as Finley's finger strokes up and down, playing with her clit and teasing her opening.
"Shh, baby," Finley shushes. "Try to be quiet."
She nods desperately and glances at the video of herself on the phone, looking flushed and needy. It makes her feel hot, knowing that everything is being recorded.
"Fuck me," she whispers, grinding her hips into Finley's touch.
Finley slips her finger inside Blake's pussy and puts a hand on Blake's mouth, muffling Blake's moaning.
"That's a good girl," Finley murmurs in her ear, sliding her finger in and out.
Blake nods, making eye contact with Finley. They stare at each other lustfully while Finley fucks her.
"Do you like that, baby?" Finley asks, removing their hand from Blake's mouth.
"Yes, oh fuck. I'm gonna cum. You're gonna make me cum."
"Shhh, baby," Finley whispers.
"Ahem," a voice says behind them, at the end of the row of books.
They freeze.
The librarian is standing at the end of the stacks. She's a butch lesbian in her 40s or so, with greying cropped hair and suspenders and a button-up tucked into slacks. Her arms are crossed and she looks unimpressed.
"Oh fuck," Finley says. They pull their fingers from Blake and rush to untie Blake's shirt.
"I'm so sorry," Blake says, blushing furiously.
The librarian waits patiently for them to collect themselves, and then says, "Come with me."
She leads them to her office at the end of the library. She has a large shelf filled with books filling one side of the room. A large mahogany desk sits in the middle, with two leather guest chairs facing the desk. She motions for them to sit, and sits herself in the large executive chair.
"What I just witnessed is conduct unbecoming of any student of Brakebridge College," the librarian, Sarah Waters, says. "We have two options here today, ladies..."
Finley winces. "Not a lady."
"Okay," Sarah nods. "My apologies. We have two options here today, students. I can report this to the dean of the college, and quite possibly you will be suspended or expelled."
Finley and Blake look at each other with wide eyes.
"Or... We can resolve this between us, and keep it private." Sarah folds her hands in front of her on the desk.
"That," Finley hurriedly agrees. "We'd like to do that."
"We're very sorry," Blake adds again.
"In that case, I think there's a punishment that we might all agree upon, and will teach you your lesson," she says. She pulls out a ruler from her desk drawer.
Finley and Blake swallow. What does that mean? they both wonder.
She motions with the ruler for Blake to stand, and she does.
"Bend over the desk," Sarah instructs. Blake's blood is rushing through her veins.
She obeys, and her cunt can very much feel the denial of the orgasm she almost got two minutes ago.
"Pull your pants down," she adds. Blake glances at Finley and licks her lips. She fumbles for her button and zipper and pulls her jeans down her ass.
"Underwear, too," Sarah adds.
Blake pulls down the band of her hipster boyshorts obediently. Her heart thuds in anticipation.
"Good," Sarah says. She gently taps Blake's ass with the ruler, getting a rhythm going. Then, without warning, she smacks Blake's ass hard. Blake cries out in shock and pain. Sarah rubs her bare ass with her free hand, watching the red welt begin to appear. She continues this pattern, tapping gently and then smacking Blake with the ruler.
After five smacks, Sarah puts the ruler down and feels up Blake's ass. Blake moans quietly.
