Room 2D

Story by Pauline Wright from Janus 30 Oh, how I hate this corridor! It seems to go on for ever, and as in all the best horror movies, there is something very nasty at the end. Well I am at the end now, and there is the big oak door behind which the nasty thing lurks. In this case the door gives its secret away. The single word ‘HEADMISTRESS’ is engraved on the door in hard, brass letters. Suddenly I want to run as far away as possible, but my legs will not co-operate. Why does the Dragon want to see me? Has she found out about my cheating in that French exam, last term? Surely not! It’s too long ago. It can’t be that fight with Carole, I got the slipper from Miss Wilson for that. Gosh! It certainly stung, too! I can’t really think that I have been especially naughty recently — well, no more than is usual for me. Her note gave no clues, either. Miss Moore just read it and said: ‘Pauline! the Headmistress wishes to see y...

From Blushes 37. I may have mentioned before that I'm rather fond of this model, with her dodgy 1980's perm. The girl goes silently out of the drawing room with the tea trolley, her high heels sinking softly into the deep carpet. A pretty girl with dark curling hair and a neat figure in her little black maid’s uniform. The eyes of the attractive blonde woman sitting on the settee follows her appraisingly. ‘She seems a willing little thing, Susan,’ she observes to her hostess. Susan Mallamby says, ‘Yes. Willing enough. She’s not had much experience of course.’ The blonde woman, who is tall and in her thirties and called Muriel Worthing, says, ‘But you’re working on her. Her training.’ Susan Mallamby, less tall than her visitor and younger, says, ‘Oh yes.’ ‘The cane? Have you caned her yet? Or perhaps a strap?’ Susan gives a quizzical look, then smiles. ‘No. I can’t say I have. Well I don’t know that she actually n...

Basil Miggins has kindly provided an imaginatively illustrated set of implied OBB nominations, featuring (among others) Gabby Yorath, Sarah Platt of Coronation Street (Tina O’Brien), and Jenna Coleman.

From Whispers 2 Readers of the first issue of Whispers will be familiar with the Hostage  story; the piece published here came as a response from a writer who felt he saw something more in the situation pictured. The blindfold showed light; she was in a brightly lit room. The man had led her across the room, her high heels  clip-clopping  on a hard surface, and told her to sit. It sank down, soft and yielding. A bed. A mattress rather; she could feel it was a mattress with her hands. A bare mattress with no bedclothes. The man went out, she heard his footsteps and then the click of the door. Unless of course he hadn’t really gone out but was still there watching her. Was she alone? Or was somebody — that man or someone else — silently watching? There was no way of knowing. She  could  remove the blindfold of course, she knew that. She wasn’t tied up in any way. But she had been instructed that on no account was she to remove the blindfold. That was one ins...