Room 2D

An enhanced version of Mr Faltnoy’s New Filly from Blushes 74. Look out for the first part of a new original illustrated story by Culver later today. One doesn’t see that sort of thing nowadays of course. Nowadays there are too many so-called do-gooders about eager to think the worst. Too many busybodies interested in minding other people’s business and intent on discovering shock-horror scandals whether or not they exist. But before the war, back in the thirties, they were not uncommon. Even then of course they were not shouted from the rooftops; but if one knew where to look — in the advertisement pages of certain magazines (quite  proper  magazines but discreet ones) — then one would find these modest little announcements tucked quietly away. Private academy for young ladies. Something like that. The wording could vary of course. It might be —  Private tuition offered to young ladies.  Or —  Gentleman...

From Roué 6 Janet lounged wearily against the corridor wall outside the headmaster’s study, chewing rather furtively on a piece of gum which she knew she’d better not get caught eating during lesson time. Her head was tilted to one side as she leaned with her back flat against the wall, her feet spread-eagled a couple of feet from the skirting while she counted and recounted the bricks in the opposite wall. Slouched with her bottom against the wall and her legs jutting out at an angle, her thighs were bare for at least two-thirds of their length, not counting the slits at the sides of her skirt which were slashed so far up the side-seam that it seemed highly improbable that she could avoid showing her knickers. Indeed as she moved slightly, shifting the weight of her leaning more onto one buttock than the other, the tiniest edge of white revealed itself at the apex of one of the slits. This immodest display of her underwear bother...