“I suppose you’re right,” Natalie said with another sip of her tea. “I guess I’m just a little more concerned with our in-school slave than I thought I would be. You’re right; we can just stick the evidence in his locker later. Though I would be a little irritated if that makes it so we can’t play with him anymore.” She gave Kevin a warning raise of her eyebrow. “Hear that Mr. Hadley? You better not let yourself be caught if you think it will get you out of this predicament. Otherwise, what we will do to you will make you beg for one hundred lashes a minute.”<br/><br/>She slipped off the desk, then looked in her box of toys again. Unfortunately, the rope she had was too big for his cock, as was Stephanie’s. She turned to her desk instead, but didn’t find much other than an assortment of stationary and writing utensils. She had plenty of rubber bands, which sounded like they could benefit from experimentation, however, as she searched her bottommost and largest drawer, her hand closed around a ball of string tucked in the back.<br/><br/>“Perfect,” she declared, setting the ball on her desk. “We’ll have to sort through our collection for something a little more permanent, and I’m sure we can get a few items rush-delivered from that website.” Her attention went back to her desk. “Now for something with weight…” Most of what she had was light, like pens and paperclips. Unless they wanted to add an entire bouquet to his balls, they would be better off just tying him off. As she was about to tell Steph this, her eyes drifted to her own stapler. It would be plenty heavy, and could be easily tied to his balls. “…this will do nicely,” she finished, holding it up.