Well, seems like I've gotten myself into trouble with my librarian character, Miss Harvard. Apparently, I've been marked as a pervert (true, but still). But what could've happened to cause such a predicament? Well, let's find out~ ;)

The picture, of course, was made by the fantastic https://www.deviantart.com/fiftyshadeofgag

Nude version can be seen here: https://www.newgrounds.com/art/view/littleshirokun/rules-of-the-library-naked

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“I still cannot believe you would be looking at lewd pictures AND writing lewd stories inside this library. It’s an institution of knowledge and learning, not a place where you can attempt to get away with such, perverted fantasies,” Miss Harvard sternly scolded as she finished taping me down.

I whimpered, wriggling around helplessly in my baby blue briefs that I’d been stripped to, and pleaded, “I’m, I’m sorry! I didn’t mean to make you angry! J-j-just untie me and I’ll leave an- MMPH!”

Shoving pair after pair of panties into my mouth, she chided, “I do not want to hear it…and you are being too loud, young man. I’ll have to make doubly sure that you are quiet, won’t I?” As I tried my best to moan through the cheek bulging mouthful of knickers she’d filled my mouth with, begging her for mercy, she merely peeled more tape from her seemingly infinite roll and smoothed each strip over my lips, quickly sealing my mouth shut.

However, not at all finished, she then fished several lightly colored scarves out of a nearby drawer and, with almost ruthless efficiency and grace, bound each one over my face, starting with three OTM gags and, after getting annoyed by my unrelenting moans and whines, four OTN gags that made my face feel a little heavy. And finally, as a way to mark me for my crime, she peeled a long, white strip of tape off of a roll from the drawer and smeared it over my gag before writing upon it ‘CAUGHT BEING LEWD’.

Finally done, she told me, “Now that you’re properly silenced, sit there and reflect upon your actions. I shall release you, mmmm, when I feel you’ve had enough time for it. I shall monitor you while I work and…if you are too loud…” From the drawer, she withdrew a firm, black riding crop, flexing it briefly before lightly snapping it against my bare thigh. I gave a little cry before she warned, “I shall be, stricter. Understood?”

Staring at her with a mix of apprehension and, well, arousal, I quickly nodded and grunted, “N-, nmf, nmf mh'hm.”

Pushing up her glasses while making me look up at her with the crop, she told me, “Good boy.”