Room 2D

From Roué 23 Cheryl sat at her bedroom window and stared gloomily out at the garden below. How could she be so inconsiderate?, she thought; what makes her think she’s got the right to treat me in this way? Downstairs her mother poured herself a generous helping of brandy and sank back into an armchair. At last she had done it — at last she had refused to give into her daughter’s demands. She took a sip of the beverage and purred as it warmed her insides. She was a contented woman. It had been almost a year since Brenda Willis lost her husband to a slip of a thing from the typing pool and the most problematical aspect of life without hubby had proved to be her daughter’s behaviour. Slowly but surely Cheryl had wound her mother round her little finger; she had her exactly where she wanted her. If one of Cheryl’s requests didn’t meet with her mother’s approval — as was often the case — the point would be argued over but, without ...

The final  story in the  Kingsmead trilogy, from Blushes 14 Pierre Deauville, a French teacher on exchange at a girls’ school in Berkshire, has been letting us into the secrets of how corporal punishment works at exclusive Kingsmead School. In previous issues of Blushes, he has described the school’s infamous ‘Two-Stripe’ system which awards two strokes of cane or slipper to the girls’ deserving backsides, and more recently the story related to him by a 17-year-old from a wealthy Somerset family of her punishment at the hands of her French tutor at home in the summer holidays ( see  The Cambridge Candidate  in Blushes 12). Melissa Hammond had been caught by Mr Deauville at a pub in the town some miles from the school: something which no girl, not even a prefect, is permitted to do. She agreed to take a strapping from Pierre rather than face a ‘Two-Stripe’ session which would almost certainly award her more th...

Another AI enhanced repost of a favourite story. Here is Mr Slippy & Mr Whippy from Blushes 15 with a girl who is becoming an AI favourite having already featured in upgrades to Spectators’ Gallery and The Hiker’s Friend / Guiding Light . ‘It’s so good of you to come and pick her up, Mr Marley. I so hate to send her on the train alone because one  does  hear such awful things nowadays, and really I hadn’t time to drive her over myself. My plane’s at three and really…’ Sylvia Harmsworth’s explanations tailed off as she ushered her visitor in. She was in her thirties, 38 to be exact, though she wouldn’t thank you for reminding her of this. Still attractive, if a trifle full-blown, but with that slightly desperate look in the big brown eyes at times, which said: Every day I am a day older and I don’t know  what  to do about it. The daughter’s equally big brown eyes would not, of course, be saying that for ...