Room 2D

From Roue 12 Education, as we have said before in this series of articles, supplies the artist with endless opportunities to depict scenes of a disciplinary nature, and with the confidence of knowing that in an educational scenario there will be a credibility factor perhaps lacking in other situations. This is particularly true of scenes which have an historical flavour, as in the drawings in this Spankers Gallery. Should any reader wish to contribute material for publication in forthcoming Galleries, such contributions, preferably with a short note outlining the supposed circumstances which the illustration is intended to represent, would be gratefully received. In this drawing the artist has left no doubt as to the nature of the punishments administered by this gentleman. He wields the cane with an expert arm, and a certain knowledge of just how to cane for maximum pleasure in whipping tender feminine bottoms into gyrating...

Continued from  Harsh Reality . From Uniform Girls 20 Jennifer scurried to the cupboard. On the lowest shelf she found the newspapers. She took the top few sheets and returned to the adjoining room. ‘On the floor with it.’ The senior tutor pointed at the cleanly-swept bare floor. Jennifer stooped down and smoothed the newspaper out. ‘Stand on it. And on no account move away from it.’ The woman read through further notes in silence, pacing slowly across the room. Occasionally she looked up at the girl, standing, waiting, perched on her little square of newsprint. ‘How did you taunt the other girl? The new one? What did you call her?’ She stood still, standing face-on to the girl, her facial expression demanding a reply. ‘I… called her… Little tits…’ Jennifer blushed as she confessed, repeating the words she had used as a cruel taunt. The woman gave Jennifer a slight smile. ‘Then I shall call you big bottom, yo...

The first of three parts, with Wendy Collings as Jennifer, from Uniform Girls 20 ‘Girl!’ The tall woman spoke in clear measured tones, though the sibilance of her voice whispered in echoes around the bare gaunt room. Jennifer stood in front of her, her hands clenched behind her back, and then to her front, until she was told, quietly but firmly, to place them at her side. ‘What did you enter this establishment wearing?’ Jennifer tried to find her voice. ‘Well?’ The woman waited. ‘…jeans… and a tee-shirt… and…’ The list petered out. ‘And what else?’ Jennifer pouted, embarrassed and reluctant to talk. ‘…socks…’ The woman stepped towards her, turning her, propelling her forwards against the simple wooden table. A firm hand pressed down against the girl’s back, pushing her over and down across the table-top. ‘You were wearing knickers, weren’t you? Silly transparent flimsy knickers. They hardly covered this fat round...

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