STEPHANIE<br/><br/>My glance was drawn to the enticing triangle of bubblegum pink and black trim when Nat swung her chair to face me and sexily crossed her legs. She had such gorgeous legs, on and on they went, forever. I loved to kiss them the whole way up too. Maybe later, if she wanted it, I'd crawl between them and eat an early dinner.<br/><br/>She showed me the screen and the results of her searching. The recurring keywords were incredibly revealing. The top most frequent occurrences were pretty normal but secreted away in a middle band of regular usage as though he used these terms as code words to stand in for something else were a medium length list of unmistakably suspect terms. The fact that both our surnames were in there was the most revealing piece of the puzzle.<br/><br/><div class="quoteheader"><div class="topslice_quote">Quote</div></div><blockquote class="bbc_standard_quote">"I think Mr. Hadley is turning out to be a rather creamy little honeypot. My my my, some of these you could blush at."<br/><br/>"It’s just the middle of the day, and classes are in session right now. Why don’t we go have a look in his locker for more naughty material?"</blockquote><div class="quotefooter"><div class="botslice_quote"></div></div>I double checked the word list again.<strong>"Puppy?"</strong>I said, waggling an eyebrow at Nat. I stood up, smiling.<strong>"Sure. We can explain it under one of our regular drug policing raids."</strong><br/><br/>Though to be honest we owned the school and within the privacy laws could do as we pleased. Even on the borderline of said laws we could quite easily justify more dubious actions.<br/><br/><strong>"Lets go then."</strong>I bent my head and kissed her thigh just above the knee, giving her warm flesh a little playful nuzzle. From that angle she'd be able to see right down my cleavage and everything that my turquoise blue demi revealed.<strong>"And speaking of creamy honey pots, how's yours my darling? Still all hot and moisty are we? I bet you need some TLC to ease away your long hard day, hm?"</strong><br/><br/>* * * * * *<br/><br/><div class="floatleft">(http://i71.photobucket.com/albums/i153/xxxsasha000/books%20for%20sale/THECLAIMINGOFSLEEPINGBEAUTYbyAnneRi.jpg?1279487051)</div>Five minutes later were we in the entrance hall among the many lockers. Nat had identified his from the key records held in the student registration files. No-one was around though we had no particular reason to be secretive. Locker 503 was one among many faceless others. I slid in my passkey and paused.<em>Oh?</em>I studied the steel tag with the locker number on it more closely. Someone had scraped away the black painted upper curve of the 'zero' and with an indelible pen had added a vertical to the left of the '3'. The locker number was no longer three digits but the word '5UB'. I tapped a red-painted nail to the number and gave Nat a sly smile.<br/><br/>I opened the door. Inside was a general messy pile of boyish things, books, files papers and clutter. I saw the spine of a pink coloured paperback which didn't look from it's artwork to be a textbook. I slid it out. My eyes widened.<br/><br/><strong>"My word."</strong>I showed the cover to Nat.<strong>"Have you read this? It's all about slavery and submission. Pure BDSM from cover to cover. There's femdom in here too and some pretty cruel and harsh tortures and punishments, even some homosexual rape. Well this is icing. Icing on the cake. And... this?"</strong><br/><br/>I pulled out a loose sheaf of curled papers, rolled almost into a tube and somewhat dog-eared. They were the printed pages of a website store. I flipped through them and saw many familiar images. I knew this store. Nat and I both did, we'd shopped online here before, several times. The pages printed out seemed to be from the male chastity range as well as cock and ball torture devices and... butt plugs. Both my eyebrows shot up at this last discovery. I handed the sheaf of pages to Nat with a crooked smile and both eyebrows still very definitely airborne.<br/><br/><strong>"Bingo. Extreme Restraints dot com forward slash cock-and-ball-toys. I feel like a successful Forty-Niner on the Klondike River."</strong>