Room 2D

From New Blushes 2.02. This is the sequel to what was (presumably) originally titled Reich Girl Training 1 but was later amended to The Alpine Girls Club 1 in Uniform Girls 54. Anna is back and as lovely as ever, but has reverted to her original German surname of Weinbrecht rather than Woods. Anna is lying in bed dreamily thinking of events. Recent days. Yesterday in particular. Thinking of herself, what she is now: Fraulein Anna Weinbrecht, Recruit First Class, The Reich Girls Brigade . There is a lovely sonorous ring to it. Everyone at school now knows of course: the other pupils, and the staff. Many of them have congratulated her. Her friends are especially pleased for her, envious too of course but they hide that. Only two other girls at school are members of the Reich Girls (Beatrix Friesing and Julia Beyer, both also like Anna in their final year) so it is a notable honour. Anna is sensuously stroking herself as the dreamy ...

From Janus 162 Tell us a little about yourself. I’m a 28-year-old graduate from a respectable middle-class background. Sunday school and Girl Guides kind of thing. If I could dispense with modesty a moment I’m intelligent ambitious and successful. I hold a senior position at a well-known merchant bank in the City. I also have an evening job — I meet gentlemen who punish me in return for ‘pocket money’! I was introduced to  Janus  a few years ago and had read the contacts section in  Privilege . It took me ages but I plucked up the courage to place a contact ad in myself. I had lots of nice letters from CP enthusiasts. Finally, I replied and went out and met people and that’s where it all started. When did you discover your interest in CP? Well, I didn’t realise until I was about 13. I know some people always ‘know’ or ‘knew’ when they were seven but it was much later for me. I can’t actually remember a precis...

Mr Briggs from  Monitors Duty  returns. From Uniform Girls 20 Annie could feel the draught under the door, the age of the house revealed in its gaps like wrinkles on a face. In white shorts and sleeveless yellow T-shirt, she was not dressed for the coolness of the evening. The dress, however, was not voluntary, but compulsory. He had specified exactly what she should wear, and the time at which she must report. Annie wasn’t even sure if the caretaker was  allowed  to punish her, but the risk of querying his motives could lead to an even more severe punishment at the hands of someone in real authority. To be caught out once in a day was careless, to be caught out twice as she had been was downright foolish. The mild caning the caretaker had administered during the thunderstorm in the morning would be as nothing to the swishing she expected to receive in a few minutes. Not wearing a watch, she wondere...