Room 2D

From Uniform Girls 14 ‘I’ve warned you before, young lady. As the eldest member of the Marshland Majorettes, you’re expected to set an example.’ Christine Smith, tall, slim and eighteen, stood sulking in the centre of the small office. She had never wanted to join the Marshland Majorettes, but her parents had insisted. They had seen them perform at a village fair shortly after the Smith family had come to the area. ‘Just the thing for our Christine,’ her father had said. ‘Teach her a little discipline and poise.’ The poise was all very well; the discipline was another matter, especially when it was handed out by the troupe’s leaders, Mr and Mrs Jackson. ‘This time, I think, the hairbrush is called for,’ said Alice Jackson. Her husband, sitting beside her, nodded. Christine tried to think of something else. It wasn’t so much the music or the marching she so disliked; it was that silly uniform. A frilly little skirt which afford...

  …or ‘tails’, if the reader prefers. An original, illustrated story by Culver, in two parts. For this botanically-themed fantasy of spanked tail ends, some imaginary casting of bare-bot models from spanking magazines is suggested: Emily Larken is played by Sheena Steele (aka Amanda Dawkins) of Janus 128; Lucy Valewood is played by Sandra of Local Politics in Blushes 4 (and of miscellaneous other Blushes publications, under different names; Lucy, in Half-Term Punishments); and Becky Fernley, in Part Two, is played by Natalie (aka Andrea Spinks) of Janus 133 (also of Janus 132, 137 and 144). Becky meets a Mrs Hamberley-Bower, who is based on one of Natalie’s nemeses, Mrs Hanbury-Boyce (Janus 132), another recurring Janus character. The illustrations are in most cases created using AI. They offer different stylisations of the models, riffing on their likenesses but sometimes — and on purpose — only loosely. Alf Mos...

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...