"Paige continues her inspection of his loft then notices the long hall leading down to his most private moments. She turns to the right towards the hall. Taking a few steps, she looks back at him daring him to stop her. He doesn’t. She slowly proceeds down the hall bracing herself for what she may see or find. The possibilities excite her. This hall seems endless, but Paige kept her eye on the closed door at the end. A closed door holds secrets. Delicious secrets. Paige’s pulse quickened. Did he have what she is so desperately seeking? Paige stops abruptly.

“May I use your bathroom?” she asks.

“Of course, last door on the left.” Professor offers with a slight tilt of his head.

“Thank you” Paige stammers. Rushing into the bathroom, Paige locks the door and prepares herself for what is about to happen. What she hopes happens.

Unclear of what’s to come, Paige opens the bathroom door. Professor watches closely anticipating her next move he remains stoic. Offering a small smile, Paige wiggles her toes hidden within her boot and proceeds to the door in question. This door matched all the others. Nothing stood out for this door to betray its secrets, but Paige felt something. Energy sang and vibrated from this room.

Placing her hand on the doorknob Paige turns it and pushes the door open. The rooms walls glow as the sun bounces around the room. Her eyes struggled to focus as the sun offered a blur vision to the room. Giving a second for her eyes to focus she began to see a variety in shapes of an array of whips, paddles, and spanking devices to her best guess, rests dutifully ready for action. On the opposing wall a metal contraption hangs from the ceiling sporting a swing. Tilting her head slightly Paige studies the swing in awe with her face contorting in confusion. The purpose began to come a realization to Paige.