Room 2D

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...

The sequel to last week’s That’ll Teach ‘Em . Review from spankingfilmreview.com: Caned Every Day  is the sequel to  That’ll Teach ‘Em . In a brief 10 minutes, three schoolgirls are caned by the redoubtable Miss Brown, the left-handed caner extraordinaire whose career we will be reviewing to its entirety. The girls are finished off for earlier offenses dealt with in the prequel. Miss Brown wears academic robes and a severe hairdo and refrains from showing as much of her usual pleasure at the whaling of young female bottoms. The girls enter a classroom one at a time when called. Each is exquisitely attired in schoolgirl jumper, blouse, sash, and regulation knickers. Each girl bends over into the touch-toes position — for Miss Brown’s characteristic full-bodied unrelenting swings. The girls’ bottoms are still marked from the previous video, so this caning hurts more, and more quickly. The girls are told, ‘You are t...

Photo-story from Janus 35 The scene was a large block of flats in the more affluent part of London’s West End. On the seventh and top floor the nine-feet-wide corridor was almost deserted. Almost but not quite. At the far end, silhouetted against the soft glow of a pseudo-Regency standard lamp crouched the figure of an elderly man whose features were entirely obscured by a black Homburg hat. The collar of his expensive Astrakhan fur coat was turned up and completed a sinister anonymity which was enhanced by the ominous posture. For ten minutes the man did not bodily move. Occasionally though, his eyelashes flickered. This movement was not caused by the abnormality of his posture but by the discomforting draught which came from the keyhole that was in close proximity to his eye. The subjects of the peeping eye were two 20-year-old girls who found their very presence in the rather bare room excitingly amusing. Andrea and Josie had...