Room 2D

A video with Mel Penny — we’re back at Raimondo’s restaurant … Back again at Raimondo's Restaurant, times have moved on. A new manageress catches a posh lady trying to escape without paying. She drags her into the office, to discover it is none other than Lady Bognor. Penniless, the meal has to be paid for across the manageress's lap. Alas, they are interrupted by Raimondo, angry about a complaint. Now both ladies are in for it. Cane follows crop for both of them, and Raimondo is no novice at dishing it out. Review from www.spreview.net : Brunette Hilary Grimsthorpe manages a restaurant and brings a female customer to her back office, having caught her skipping out on her bill. It’s the Baroness Bognor, and she’s ‘playing the floozy’ and looks the part. Grimsthorpe: ‘You do not leave here until the bill is paid.’ (£72). ‘We could come to some arrangement… you pay the bill another way… a good thorough flogging.’ T...

The last two parts of the four-part story from Blushes Supplement 27 Buzee-Bees 3 Not Meadowcroft Road or Mr Philpot. Not today at least. Today it is Beechwood Road. A house called Fairview . A gentleman called Mr Viney. This girl called Jill Maxby, this still very new Buzee-Bee, tries to concentrate on the road, watch where she is going, and not think about anything else. Well, crashing the poor Mini would be worse, wouldn’t it? Worse even than… She is a still new Buzee-Bee because it is Thursday and Mr Philpot was Wednesday. Yesterday. This is only her second assignment. But of course there is an awful lot of difference between your first Buzee-Bee assignment and your second. The first one… opens a girl’s eyes. She pretty much knows the score now. As she also knows the score regarding ideas about refusing, leaving, making complaints. Forget all that, Mrs James said, smiling her nice smile. Just be a sensible girl. Think of wha...

Photo-story from Janus 146 Ian ‘Badger’ Bartholomew’s tail was up — as he hoped the tails of others of a young and feminine kind would literally soon be. Ever since that day when he’d been called from his duties as Science lecturer to a ttend to not one, but three, girl athletes who required rather more than just a ticking off ( Janus 142 ), he had found that form of activity much to his taste. As an ex-boxer and rugby coach, Badger wasn’t one to pussyfoot around. If he wanted something he biffed it on the jaw or picked up the ball and ran for the line. Well, right now his ‘ball’ was spanking, and the ‘line’ was any shapely bottom his hefty palm could get into its sights. Already the word was spreading that if extra-special treatment was required to deal with a transgressor, Badger was your man. Searing as these treatments were, Badger found that friends, colleagues and peers weren’t providing him with enough action. His appetite having been stimulated, he was feeling the need to ...