At the library

The next day Maisie busied herself in work to take her mind off of her previous embarrassments. However, she felt her boss, Miss Hardacre’s eyes on her constantly watching for her to mess up. Miss Hardacre was a formidable librarian who wore satin blouses and impossibly tight skirts, and not a hair out of place.

Miss Hardacre watching her wasn’t fair though. Sure, she guessed she was a little distracted due to her recent accidental situations, but who wouldn’t be. Maisie tried to ignore her and worked her way around the earth science sections making sure everything was in proper Dewey order and alphabetical within that. When she was finished, she was prepared to move on to the young adult fiction section when Miss Hardacre stopped her and produced a long wooden ruler.

Maisie looked aghast as she watched Miss Hardacre visit the books because she already knew the rule and what was wrong. No books were to protrude more than 5 millimetres past the edge of the shelf. What had she been thinking. These books were in disarray! Maisie had no idea she must have been so distracted by her accidents the night before. How could she have done this. Some of the books projected almost 10 millimetres!!! It was a disaster!

Miss Hardacre stood up and she did not look amused. She straightened her own skirt and stared at Maisie in silence. Maisie instantly bent down to the bottom shelf to correct the offending volumes, pushing them back in the required amount, but just as she began to rectify her mistakes, a snap and crack shredded the silence in the library as the ruler came crashing into contact with her already tender backside.

"Ow!" screamed Maisie in surprize. This response was rewarded with a series of stronger and sharper strikes on her bottom by the ruler. Maisie knew this was due to her now having broken the rule of absolute silence within the library. Knowing she had to accept her punishment, Maisie clenched her eyes tight and gripped the bottom shelf for balance. A little later, after a slight pause, she felt her skirt being lifted at her bottom. Oh No!!!!!!, and her panties were pulled down her thighs. Still, she knew better than to object when the ruler began smacking off her bare buttocks again. Maisie felt tears begin to escape her clenched shut eyes as her bottom received the punishment for her sloppy work. Whack! Whack! Whack! Maisie lost count of how many strokes of the ruler she received but it was certainly more than 30 she thought, but through sniffs, considered that she probably deserved it.

When Miss Hardacre eventually stopped, Maisie stood, pulled up her panties and sorted her tight skirt out, the touch of which was like nettles on her desperately tender bottom. Red faced, she looked at Miss Hardacre, and nodded her thanks without a word, whereupon her boss turned on her long high patent heels and walked back to her desk. Maisie noticed two men staring at her from the next aisle and wondered why. Surely they had seen someone getting spanked at work before now.

Maisie managed to get through the rest of the day without incident and without sitting down, looking forward to getting home to her little apartment once she had got through it.