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Photo-story from Janus 134 featuring Page 3 stunna Lisa Bangert Famous Page 3 girl… a calendar model… every man’s fantasy… face in a million… bottom to die for… out of reach… and out of range. But wait, isn’t that her in the pictures? Lisa, isn’t it? So how come? What is she doing here? Well, the reason could have been attributed to persistence, persuasion and pestering, of course. After all, everything comes to him who waits or walks softly and carries a big cane. But it isn’t. It is a long story, but only as far as time is concerned. Both the Editor and the Janus photographer have known Lisa for over four years and during that time she has consistently turned down offers to appear in the world’s most famous CP journal. Slowly and insidiously — like Chinese water torture — Lisa has been exposed to more-and-more of your favourite subject. She has seen the magazine many times, talked to men who confessed an interest in the subject ...

Is this what a feminist spanking video looks like? Entirely scripted, filmed and directed by women. Not bad actually. Stars Cindy Ireland. Have you ever wondered what went on behind the closed doors of an all-girls’ finishing school in days gone by? There was a time when the promiscuous behaviour of a bratty schoolgirl was met with the swift, stiff end of a wooden ruler to her bottom. Here is your opportunity to be a real Peeping Tom and enter the rarely seen world of Headmistress Tara. Watch as she demonstrates the wisdom of ‘To spare the rod is to spoil the child’. Using paddles, hairbrushes, switches, rulers, wooden spoons, belts, straps, crops, etc., to break the will of the unrepentant young Cindy Ireland, a sassy young schoolgirl who has been caught masturbating. Do you yearn to return to a time of more innocent naughtiness? Then this is the video for you! It is a must for both the ultra-fetish aficionado and all naughty g...

From New Blushes Uniform Girls 2.05 A discreet brass plate on the white door in the quiet, affluent street in London’s outer West End:  Julian Kingford Associates . In the up-market ‘county’ magazine the advertisement had been somewhat more forthcoming.  Julian Kingford Associates: Young ladies’ training and tuition undertaken . On the phone Mr Kingford himself had been extremely encouraging. Elizabeth Simpkins smiled reassuringly at her daughter and firmly pressed the brass bell. In the outer office was a brunette young lady with a charming smile and very large breasts contained in a simple but expensive looking cream silk shirt. The breasts were undoubtedly larger than Susan’s, Mrs Simpkins thought, but Susan nonetheless had an excellent figure and moreover was quite as pretty as this assured young receptionist. All Susan needed was a little poise and self-confidence — training in other words — which hopefully Julian ...

Five more illustrations by Hardcastle from the Contents pages of Janus magazine. From Janus 63. The butler has been given instructions on how to deal with the daughter of the house following her latest indiscretion. From Janus 64. Oh, so you did enjoy it. From Janus 65. Is his hand really that big, or does it just feel that way? From Janus 66. At the Masquerade Ball. From Janus 67. The recurring dream…

A marvellous story with lovely Alan Bell illustrations, from Roué 4  Sunlight streams in through lace-curtained windows in a little flat above a tea-shop. The noise of traffic filters up from below, the telephone on an elegant corner table rings in a muted way. Miss Etheridge ignores it for the moment. The thick strap in her hand whacks once, twice more across the reddened and bouncing buttocks. The girl stifles her sobs, with her knuckles pressed against her mouth, and then weeps desperately as the strap cracks across her bare bottom one last, stinging time. ‘Get up girl, and stand there!’ Miss Etheridge indicates a place at the end of the piano. The girl gets to her feet and tugs at her drooping knickers as she hurries to obey. ‘And leave  them  where they are! I haven’t finished with you yet!’ The weeping girl drops her pants, and they fall forlornly to her ankles. ‘And stop that blubbering chi...