“Stand up both of you,” Miss Bentner ordered. “You can rub,” she added. Elizabeth and Emma stood slowly and rubbed their bottoms as they recov...ered. They were still sniffing as they looked respectfully at Miss Bentner. Both accepting her control and both wanting to be controlled by the dominant teacher. Miss Bentner continued. “Where was I?” Miss Bentner asked herself out loud in an almost chatty voice, as though she hadn’t just caned the two women. “Oh yes; Emma, looking forward, I will be. I reminded him of Jen's refusal to swing. Bill and I began to, jokingly, share ideas on how we might get our wives to try swinging. We chatted about several ideas that we both knew would probably never work, but it was great fun to share my frustration with someone else. Towards the end of our chat, Bill suggested that I tell my wife that if she loved me she would try it at least once, and he said I should stand my ground till she agreed. I didn't think this would work, but we traded private. I pick up duringthe week, a bottle of Librafraumilch and a bottle of champagne. When Eleanorarrived that Saturday evening, I approached her and said ?I have something foryou in my security room!? she replied ?allyou security guards say that, you just want to get me into your room you. Kinkyman? I let the comment go after pinching her arse as she turned to walk away,she looked back smiling. Later I droppedoff the wine for her to share with her staff and whispered to her that I have aseparate. I sat in the large leather chair behind the huge wood desk. The desktop looked neat, even with thirty years of dust on it. I reached down to the desk's file drawer and I met with the first surprise. It was locked. Now what kind of person keeps stuff in a locked drawer when his office is 14 stories underground behind several steel doors? So, like an inquisitive kid who had just found a locked drawer in his parent's room, I jimmied the lock and looked inside.A collection of bound books sat inside.