Room 2D

Photo-story from Janus 62 ‘Bend down! ’ the Headmaster barked. Marjorie Jenkins leaned forward, the dark brown school skirt up over her hips to display matching knickers tight across her bottom. Six ‘lates’, and swearing at the art mistress! It was quite rare to receive an official caning these days; next time she would be more… Hisss-whop! ‘Aaghh!’ The stick slammed into the girl’s hindquarters. a streak of agony. Marjorie’s face contorted, her fair hair dancing, the rebellious blue eyes almost filled as she fought back the tears. The Head’s cane swished again, struck across her straining knickers with no less vigour. scaldingly accurate, just below where the first stroke had traced its burning path. ‘Pup-please, sir. I —’ ‘Silence, girl!’ The hateful rustle of his gown came to Marjorie’s ears as the cane rose high, then the grunt which accompanied the horrifying  whop  of the Head’s crook-handled symbol of authori...

Story by Pauline Wright from Janus 30 Oh, how I hate this corridor! It seems to go on for ever, and as in all the best horror movies, there is something very nasty at the end. Well I am at the end now, and there is the big oak door behind which the nasty thing lurks. In this case the door gives its secret away. The single word ‘HEADMISTRESS’ is engraved on the door in hard, brass letters. Suddenly I want to run as far away as possible, but my legs will not co-operate. Why does the Dragon want to see me? Has she found out about my cheating in that French exam, last term? Surely not! It’s too long ago. It can’t be that fight with Carole, I got the slipper from Miss Wilson for that. Gosh! It certainly stung, too! I can’t really think that I have been especially naughty recently — well, no more than is usual for me. Her note gave no clues, either. Miss Moore just read it and said: ‘Pauline! the Headmistress wishes to see y...