“I told you,” Natalie giggled. “A little more detail and you could write a porno.” She pushed out from her computer, swiveling in it towards her and crossed one leg over the other. Her skirt was back up around her hips, though the black and pink silk panties were once again covering her sex. They had since dried, and rather than feel the constant rubbing of her leather office chair against her engorged clit, she opted for the frictionless touch of her panties, a little spoiled as they may be.<br/><br/>The day had stretched on a little long so far, after Stephanie’s naughty little tease. Natalie was left to stew after word spread around that the Headmistress was a little cross. She got some more of the honor roll finished, though some of her judgments may have been rash due to the desire of wanting to slide a finger or one of her dildos between her legs. But when Steph reared her cute rear end and set it on her window sill, things got much better with her tits in the room.<br/><br/>She turned the flat LCD monitor a little more towards Steph. “I guess you could say I found a<em>few</em>interesting things on his account. I checked his browser history and nearly fell asleep; filled with typical student research for projects and tests.” She smiled mischievously as she took the keyboard across her thighs and typed. “However, I thought I should peruse his INTHOUGHT account, just to see what he’s thinking where we’re not supposed to look.”<br/><br/>Technically, the program was meant to be completely private, but Natalie made sure it had a few holes. Her and Steph could open up any student’s profile and look at the generated fingerprint and writing style. Logged under khadely was a list of keywords, frequently used words, and work cites that technically were supposed to be confidential.<br/><br/>Under the keywords area spanned a long list of terms:<br/><br/><strong>   DOMME<br/>   MISTRESS<br/>   SUBMIT<br/>   PET<br/>   WINTERS<br/>   SUBMISSION<br/>   CONTROL<br/>   FORCE<br/>   WEST   </strong><br/><br/>“I think Mr. Hadley is turning out to be a rather creamy little honeypot,” she said, scanning the list again herself. “My my my, some of these you could blush at." She eyed her lover with a grin. "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?”