Hennessy kept a small locked drawer in his classroom desk, and a larger one in the desk of his office. They contained materials that required discretion; things which were not ordinarily found in a faculty member’s possession--at least not on campus...
A few half full tubes of lube, along with several mostly innocuous sex toys. Some dog-eared photographs of past conquests whom he had particularly enjoyed. And though he preferred to slake his more risque appetites in the secure privacy of his home, the far deeper drawer in his office also concealed a black silk blindfold, a ball gag, and a leather spanking paddle. Along with several lengths of black parachute cord. Because sometimes, the opportunity to provide discipline to a student or even a staff member arose unexpectedly and Hennessy like to be prepared. And no visitor to his office requiring such measures had ever left his door unsatisfied--nor without providing him sport and pleasure equal to that he meted out.
The office drawer also included an assortment of items holding special significance to him, most of them souvenirs from some of his favorite dalliances. Among these--in fact, topping the selections--was a stack of scented letters, tied into a bundle with a wide, red satin ribbon.
Love letters, they were for the most part, poetic at times, filled with romantically erotic imagery at others--all of them either implicit or explicit with the promise of submission to his desires. Penned by his ‘scarlet admirer’, they had eventually entreated him to follow a set of clues to discover who she was. So that he could come to claim all that she had pledged to him, and more.
Hennessy had solved her mystery with very little effort, for his eager, willing prey had set her identity as child’s play to unravel. Having ascertained who she was, he had waited a few days longer to begin collecting upon her vows; had observed her in class (remembering how her pristine beauty had set her apart from the other girls, from the first morning she had entered his classroom), delaying for the ideal--and equally poetic--opportunity to approach her. Scarlett hadn’t been surprised when he finally caught up with her, and Hennessy had secretly approved that she had selected the beach for their first encounter--as if he had actually needed her to sweeten the pot with that choice!
He had learned even better since then. For Scarlett had proven to bear her own indelible connection to the Sea, and once he had discovered it, Hennessy understood that her blood deep fascination with him had somehow instinctively come from what they held in common. Which made her forever dearer to him that any lover in several years. Of course, he would never reveal such feelings to her--it wasn’t in his nature to make himself that vulnerable. It had been long since he had done so, as the markings on his back would attest to.
Nor would he admit that he had purchased a full roll of that special satin ribbon with Scarlett in mind, on the Monday afternoon following their first seaside tryst. He had tied up those secretly treasured missives--many of which he knew by rote from repeated readings--for safe keeping. The remainder of the ribbon, he had stored in a third drawer. That of his bedside table at home, along with a pair of shears to cut off what he might come to need in the fullness of time...
