“Also a good suggestion,” Natalie agreed, testing the weight of the stapler in her hand. “I’d hate to ruin such a pretty piece of glass if something were to happen to it, though. Besides, it would take a little more effort to tie it to him, and it may be a little unique to track back in case he’s caught.”<br/><br/>Using a length of the string, she tied a few loops around the crook of the stapler, giving a few inches of slack so Stephanie could attach it after tying his balls. It was long enough to give it plenty of swing between his legs, but short enough so that it wouldn’t be dragging near his ankles. That might almost be too cruel. Almost.<br/><br/>“Remember, Mr. Hadley, ten strokes for every minute over five that you’re late.” She considered what Steph had said if the stapler was locked and inaccessible. “If you come back empty handed, we’ll have a lot more in store for you. We’ll leave it up to your imagination for now.”