A Collection of Short Stories for 2012
|by Y Lee Coyote|
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The following story is fiction about library late fees. The story contains a scene of a public strapping. If this subject is offensive, uninteresting or if you are a minor (i.e., child) please leave now.
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The first 10 seconds of this: http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=WTuyoOyWh0c were most inspirational!
Albert Martin trudged up the stairs with several books under his arm and headed directly to the return desk of the library. The mature librarian peered at him over the tops of her glasses as she checked the books in. "These five are twenty days overdue and at twenty-five cents per day each that is $25.00. This one," she raised it for emphasis, is 385 days OVERDUE and the maximum $50.00 fine." He wrote a check. He had hoped that she would not have noticed the full year. «C'est la vie.» he thought.
He turned to leave but she spoke, most harshly, like his angry Mother had years ago. "You are quite the naughty boy, Albert Karl Martin. You need to be taught that you must return books on time." She turned and called. "Pat, the strap, please." He gulped but then thought about how he always was attracted to the assistant librarian although he was twenty years older. She was a delightful lass and he often dreamt of her most nubile body. His revelry was broken by the order to drop his trousers and assume the position over the counter.
Other patrons were watching intently all thankful that they had not been so delinquent.
"Get that butt up, mister." snapped a deep male voice. Albert turned to see who spoke. There was a huge, young, hunk who was all hard muscle. He had the strap which looked even more fearsome in his hand. He surely weighted double that of the pretty lass and was far stronger.
"Who are you?" asked the scared delinquent.
"I'm 'Patrick'; the summer intern." he said, making a frightful sound slapping the strap on the counter. "Now get that tail up high, Mister."
Albert shifted position now fearful that this powerful young man was about to strap him. "Where is Pat, er, Patricia?" he asked. He had expected that she would do the honors.
"She's on vacation." Pat replied as he checked his position. Albert was most unhappy that it was not the small, light, sexy Patricia with the strap at his vulnerable butt.
Albert gripped the counter tightly. Pat, raised the strap and brought it crashing down on the miscreant's butt hard and decisively. Albert grunted. The second stroke hurt even more and Albert yelped from the pain. The next three cuts each caused Albert to yell and grab his burning tail.
"NO HANDS!" barked Pat. "Keep your voice down! You must be respectful of other library patrons, naughty boy." chided the stern librarian. Then Pat raised and lowered the strap for the sixth and final cut. It was a real stinger and Albert imitated a coyote baying at the moon.
"Shuuuu." was sounded through the quiet library.
"Into the corner, naughty boy." snarled Pat as he led Albert to the naughty patrons' corner.
Albert stood in the corner, pants down, showing off his new red stripes. The fresh searing pain caused him to resolve never ever to be delinquent with library books again.
© Copyright A.I.L. June 4, 2012
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