Room 2D

Photo-story from Janus 106 featuring the lovely Mel Penny It’s terrible. Truly terrible. To be told to go to a strange man’s house and do whatever he orders.  Gruesome.  But necessary. Oh yes, necessary. Patricia hasn’t a clue what will happen to her. She doesn’t even know the man’s name. All she knows is that he’s a friend of her Master, to whom he owes a favour. She thought she was quite advanced in submission, she certainly gets aroused by the games Henry plays with her, but this is different. The man is older than her lover, and colder. He doesn’t smile. He doesn’t want her to look at him. What does he want? What does  Henry  want? He knows what it can do to her. ‘Don’t invade my privacy, woman. Don’t look at me unless I tell you to! Turn around. Grasp those ropes. I want the balls of your feet on the exact centre of the Xs. If you once let go or break posture, I’ll report you for disobedience.’ The crop. Th...

Story from Blushes 23 with a lovely drawing by Alan Bell ‘Two teas and a ham roll.’ The girl at the counter slides two saucers off a pile and clunks two cups onto them. She pours in milk, then tea, then passes them to the customer. ‘Sugar’s on the table, sir,’ she says. ‘Ham roll.’ ‘Yes sir.’ She takes the roll from a display cabinet with chromium tongs. ‘Anything else sir?’ ‘No.’ Coins ring on the plate-glass counter. The man takes his teas and comes back for the roll. As he turns his back the girl pokes out her tongue, a small gesture, then she darts a glance sideways at a white-coated figure in the kitchen who has been watching the interchange between customer and employee. The girl’s cheeks are pink, probably from the heat of the hot water running behind the counter, which enhances the look of guilt that comes over her pretty face as she realises that her little demonstration has not passed unnoticed.  She looks away, eyes downcast, and neatens a pile of plat...

From Roué 72. Jackie (Mel Penny) joins Sharon and takes up the story for the final part Sharon and I had tried out quite a few things since she had moved into my flat. So I suppose it was just a matter of time before we got around to spanking. It was prompted, in fact, by her telling me one fateful evening about the way her mum used to punish her when she was naughty. [Another continuity issue here, in Curiosity it was revealed that Sharon’s parents died young and she was punished by her aunt growing up.] Immediately I experienced a surge of tingling excitement. I prodded her for more and more details. When I realised that she, too, was getting more than a little worked-up, I suggested that we continue the conversation in the bedroom. I let her have first turn, having given her a gentle slap for starters. She was a natural. She had me kneeling on the bed, then laying on it as she spanked my bare bum with what appeared to be an exp...