Room 2D

From Uniform Girls 6 Mine is one of the three names. To report to the Head’s study. There are murmurs of sympathy. But what have I done wrong? The junior is first. You can’t hear very well but it sounded like a spanking. Knickers down I presume. It usually is and she is quite a pretty little thing. The sixth former deigns to speak. Out last night. Eight, bare and gated for the rest of term I think. Oddly she is next. It is normally in order of seniority. It takes a long time. Have to admit she is attractive so perhaps some help is given with her undressing. Certainly with her knickers. Right off. And her skirt. Then the lecture. Over the chair. Or the desk. Or perhaps half in each position. Great one for position our Head. Especially as you get older. Used to the cane of course. Still rushes out. Hands clasped round her skirt. My turn. First surprise Head is sitting in front of desk. Next and in similar easy chair a very g...

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An AI enhanced Trudi Baxter in Oh, Mr Porter from Blushes 17. What’s not to like. ‘The  cane ,’ queried Melissa, eyes wide. ‘Of course,’ said this girl Diane. ‘ C A N E  on your  B U M . That’s the first thing to learn about this place. At  any excuse , or of course  no excuse at all , it’s the cane on your bum. That’s the favourite form of enjoyment for Mr Hearne and those others. I mean caning a girl’s bottom’s got to beat watching Coronation Street, hasn’t it?’ Melissa’s big brown eyes registered disbelief. ‘It’s true,’ agreed the other girl, Lucinda. ‘And don’t think you can write home to your parents and they’ll go into a state of shock. Mr Hearne  tells  them. But usually of course your parents don’t tell  you  — so that when he first tells you to take your knickers down it  does  come as a nasty shock.’ Melissa blinked. All this was not easy to believe. They were in...

Photo-story from Janus 92 ‘All it would have taken was a simple phone call. Now you’ve blown your chances yet  again !’ Nick Dickson raged as Lisa quailed. His anger came in waves at her down the length of the alienating table. Her dynamic, self-made, hard-bargaining, go-getting partner simply could not understand her hesitancy and lack of drive when it came to putting  herself  forward. Well, maybe he did, and better than she realised. Which is why he knew exactly what had to be done now. The thought of it excited him, despite his justified wrath. ‘You should have gone for the job, Lisa!’ he thundered. ‘You have the qualities and the qualifications. You say you want to improve your work situation — well, the only person stopping you is  you .’ On this last word Nick surged to his feet; and even as she recoiled from the fury of this working-class boy made rich by guts, dedication and will, Lisa felt...