STEPHANIE<br/><br/><div class="quoteheader"><div class="topslice_quote">Quote</div></div><blockquote class="bbc_standard_quote">"You have such a wicked mind, sweetie!"</blockquote><div class="quotefooter"><div class="botslice_quote"></div></div><strong>"I blame you darling. I was pure as the driven snow before we met. Now look at me."</strong>I poked my tongue out at her.<br/><br/><div class="quoteheader"><div class="topslice_quote">Quote</div></div><blockquote class="bbc_standard_quote">"Why not do both? Say ten lashes per dollar; that’s five thousand lashes, and we can do twenty-five to fifty hard lashes each day, on top of our playtime whipping. Then, he can earn the money back like a good boy."</blockquote><div class="quotefooter"><div class="botslice_quote"></div></div><strong>"Sounds like my kind of a deal. An ongoing reminder not to deface school property. After we are done with that we can begin on the punishment for bringing porn into our school. I think that's a far worse crime."</strong><br/><br/><div class="quoteheader"><div class="topslice_quote">Quote</div></div><blockquote class="bbc_standard_quote">"I think you're being a little too cruel on his very first punishment. After all, you know how I tie rope; how is he supposed to do a little fetch with his arms like that? That gag prevents him from using his teeth like a good puppy as well. Besides, what about the off chance someone sees him? It’s a little early to spoil our fun, not to mention our careers."</blockquote><div class="quotefooter"><div class="botslice_quote"></div></div><strong>"His arms are behind him but you didn't tie his fingers together. He just has to squat with his back to my desk and reach for whatever is on it. I have a stapler on the desk, it's usually to the right of the blotter. It has a mother-of-pearl handle, it's quite distinctive, he won't miss it."</strong>We continued to nonchalantly talk about Kevin but not to him as though we were casually discussing a training course for a pet dog.<br/><br/><strong>"Or did I lock it in the drawer?"</strong>I mused aloud to myself, tapping a finger to my lips in mock uncertainty, acting up just to tease and frighten him.<strong>"You know, I can't remember. Silly me, I must be getting senile. Oh, well, never mind. If it's there he can find it, if not he'll come back empty handed and we can thrash his firm little backside."</strong><br/><br/><div class="quoteheader"><div class="topslice_quote">Quote</div></div><blockquote class="bbc_standard_quote">"Let’s do it, and let’s time him. If he’s not back fast enough, we’ll add another twenty canes on top of his debt."</blockquote><div class="quotefooter"><div class="botslice_quote"></div></div><strong>"Only twenty? That's a bit lax. My classroom is a fair way across school, but it should take him no more than five minutes if he runs. So let's say ten strokes per minute over five that he's late back. And why would it ruin our reputation at all? We had nothing to do with the nasty kinky boy who got his perverted kicks from self-bondage and running naked around Porter after hours. If he got himself caught he's on his own, the Head- and Vice-Headmistress will simply deny any involvement. I'll put his clothes in his locker later if there's a stink."</strong><br/><br/><strong>"But let's wait a while for the school to empty out a little more. I have no problem with him being caught, I just don't want him being caught leaving our office, let's give him at least a chance to get a couple of corridors away before the cleaners make an interesting discovery. In the meantime... is there something we can tie those pretty balls up with? Perhaps hang something with a little weight from them? That'll make his run across school a lot more interesting."</strong>