Room 2D

From Blushes 55 He recognised her easily enough: a tallish good-looking young woman (he knew she was 23) with bobbing brown hair and in the navy-blue suit he had been told she was wearing today. A nice-looking shape he observes as he turned to follow her into the car park. Nice legs and bottom in the tight skirt and good legs in white high heels. Yes this was Mrs Sandra Morfield, a secretary with Acme Insurance, now at 5.30 leaving their office to head home and get her husband Martin’s tea — if she felt in the mood or not. As yet of course she didn’t know this. She was shortly looking round in bewilderment, because her Escort which she had left here this morning was gone. He watched her for a few minutes, enjoying her growing distress: she knew she had left it here… Then he stepped forward, smiling. ‘Mrs Morfield? Sandra Morfield?’ She turned anxious blue-grey eyes on the stranger. ‘It’s not here. Your car. Your husband had ...

A video featuring Jenny Close Three escapees are led into Wing F for a special punishment session with Mr Hunt, the firmest disciplinarian in the prison. Stripped to their underwear they are given punishment gowns to put on. They are given cleaning jobs around the workshop, but every time Mr Hunt turns his back the girls misbehave. Not to be messed around with, Mr Hunt launches into spankings and degrading paddling. He humiliates the girls, parading them around on a bench, beating their bare bottoms whilst they are made to walk in a circle. Then it’s time for them to raise their punishment gowns for severe canings, which is Mr Hunt’s specialty!

An enhanced version of the YSS story A Matter of Communication from Uniform Girls 32 A big girl in thin football shorts. As the sea wash sprays against her, it is apparent that she is wearing little else, save a simple cotton tee-shirt. She holds a brightly-coloured triangle of fabric in each hand. The offshore wind has ruffled through her hair, but her recent exertions have given her a glowing healthy sheen upon her bare young limbs. The Island Master sits a few feet away, on an old wooden bench. Susanne is undergoing instruction. And she is achieving very little success. As yet. He checks her stance. ‘Feet together, young lady. Stand up straight. Hands by your side. Hold your stomach muscles in. Pull your shoulders back. Come on. Sort yourself out! You will not be slovenly in my presence!’ Susanne jumps to attention. In her hands she grasps the two brightly-coloured triangles of fabric. ‘Now face the sea and send y...