Room 2D

Interview from Janus 54. Andrea seems lovely, unlike her boyfriend. FYI, a bonus posting from Culver will be coming later today. Andrea appeared in  Command Performance  (Janus 35). In real life she submits to regular discipline from her current boyfriend. Unlike most of the CP-friendly young ladies profiled in this series, Andrea accepts punishment not for her own pleasure — it gives her none — but purely to gratify her lover’s desires. Along with new photographs of her much-praised bottom are Andrea’s own true thoughts on a hot subject… ‘I was born in Stratford in the East End of London. I went to one of the toughest comprehensive schools in Essex, then I went to college for a year and started work. I work as a temporary, not secretarial, but in the computer and business machine side of things. I do a lot of input work and the odd bit of programming.’ ‘When I came into the office and started talking to you about modelli...

From Blushes 52. A follow-up to Special Deliveries . The place seems to be deserted. The display window beneath the peeling, weather-beaten lettering pronouncing M.J. Bartling is unlit and if we try the door we will find it locked. This is perhaps not surprising, it is after opening hours, a quarter to six now, and Mr Bartling is not one to contravene shopkeeping regulations. Well, not some of them. The street lights are on of course, at a quarter to six on a late November day, and indeed a rather murky spitting-with-rain one into the bargain. M.J. Bartling is deserted and so is the street outside; but this again is not surprising, no one wants to hang about passing the time of day on this sort of day, they will all be at home thinking about their teas. And furthermore and in any case Great Midgeley, as we know, is no great metropolis, its inhabitants are few in number, their dwellings scattered here and there. But though it may...

From Blushes 14 with Lucie Martin There was the accustomed high-pitched whistling sound as the cane blurred through the air. It bit deep into the soft, naked bottom awaiting it. For a fraction of a second, it seemed to bury itself deep. Then it arced away, leaving behind a miniature tramline of pink-red pain. It was the first stroke of a promised twelve. William Clifford, Senior Master at St Osith’s, contemplated the weal with mingled satisfaction and regret. Sonia Benson, who was bending over before him, fingers to toes, should have been his star pupil… a front-runner for University Honours. Instead she was graded in the lower half of the Fifth Remove. He noted that the girl had only jerked up momentarily, emitting a brief, breathless gasp, before returning to her straight-legged bending posture. There was no doubt that the Benson family bred their girls both tough and obstinate. William Clifford recalled readily to mind So...