Room 2D

First part of two, from New Blushes 2.04 Paula, in bed, told herself she wasn’t going to do it. Start stroking herself, that was. Her fingers between her legs, at her pussy. So she knew she would. She might be able to resist it for a little bit but then she would do it. She wouldn’t be able to stop herself. Not that it was such an awful thing really and other girls her age, 17, did it she knew. It was just that she thought she shouldn’t do it so much, and it would be nice to be able to say no to herself sometimes, she wasn’t going to, and she wouldn’t . Self control in other words. She had thought that once she started seeing Andrew regularly she wouldn’t want to do it, or not so much. But she did. Lying in bed thinking about him, thinking about what they did — and then she would really want to do it. Really need to. Bring herself off. But tonight it wasn’t really the thought of Andrew making her want it, it was the other thing....

From Blushes 30 ‘It’s one of those old clothes horse things,’ Arabella had said. ‘You know, Victorian or something. To hang clothes on, for drying I suppose. Anyway that’s what he always uses.’ She had laughed, showing those small even white teeth. ‘And that, Suzie, is why it’s called a  horsing .’ And here it was. In the big bare room, the Dancing Room they called it, though it was mostly used for gym. The room usually empty but now with a leather armchair placed out in front of the empty fireplace. With Major Greeley sitting in the armchair. And in front of Major Greeley, between him and the fireplace, was  it . The horse. A varnished, wooden Victorian monstrosity. Major Greeley looking up from the pad on his lap. The light for an instant catching his spectacles and shining back, making him eyeless. The eyeless man spoke: ‘Ah good, Miss Mellanby. Susan. Close the door. Stay right there. And get undre...

A classic Roué video. One student has ignored her curriculum and fallen behind. Her attitude is as poor as her school report. A tutor is engaged to improve this situation. In her crisp blouse, tight shirt, black stockings and high heels the tutor is an imposing woman. The foolish young miss won’t finish her homework. Slaps to the legs and thighs are sharp and painful. Next comes a rapid over the knee spanking and knickers are jerked down to expose a pert young bottom. Leaving the room briefly, our stern tutor soon returns with a hairbrush. This implement is put to effective use on the rapidly reddening backside of our tardy slacker, her uniform is removed and some harsh physical exercise is instigated. ‘Touch those toes — knickers down, touch those toes, knickers up.’ These orders are punctuated by harsh slaps to the legs and behind. Finally the naughty young woman is stripped and shamed. As our tutor reads aloud, a most vicious...