Room 2D

From Blushes 31 ‘Stand against the wall,’ he said. ‘Stand up straight with your arms up. Let’s see what you’ve got.’ A tall athletic girl with short-cropped, bright-blonde hair. A thin tank-top and brief knickers. Ankle-socks and high-heels. That was all, all of it white. The brief garments revealed a strong, shapely body: small, high, firm tits but muscular looking hips and thighs. A dancer perhaps. She obediently did as she was told. ‘Stretch them up. Wrists together. Hang from your arms. As if you were holding on to a rope, or something.’ She complied. Sagging the full weight of her full hips against the wall, her cross-wristed arms stretched as far as they could reach. The man came close. His face a few inches from hers. She swallowed. His hands came up and rubbed the taut, firmly-nippled boobs through the thin top. ‘Fit, are you, Gretchen?’ She nodded. ‘I… think so.’ Her nipples were stiffening under the thin cotton...

A video with Becky Jordan and Elizabeth Simpson The third in this trilogy of period productions from Gaslight depicts the then popular Victorian practice of attempting character reform, through the liberal use of corporal punishment on young ladies who displayed a loose moral character. It is set within the kind of typical institution to which young ladies of the night, or indeed any young lady of dubious moral conduct may have found herself sent, by a judicial court or even by anxious parents. Little did the authorities suspect that the practices that occurred therein were themselves of even a more dubious nature. The Reformatory is run by a fanatically religious and strict Matron, feeling it her moral duty to try and save the souls of her two wards, Molly and Nell, who have fallen by the wayside in their pursuit of the pleasures of the flesh. They are made to change from their gaudy street attire to more sombre uniforms. They ha...

From Uniform Girls 49 ‘Eat up,’ Andrew Sibley said to his daughter. ‘You’ll probably be on bread and water for all the weekend.’ Pretty 17-year-old Sophie made a face at him across the dining table. It was Friday tea time. Marjorie, her mother said, ‘Don’t tease, Andrew.’ ‘And not be sitting down for it either,’ he went on. ‘Standing up to eat it because your bottom will be too sore to sit on.’ ‘ Andrew! ’ Marjorie scolded. ‘There’s no need to go on. You might show a little sympathy.’ Sophie pursed her full lips. Her face had gone pink. Her brother, 15-year-old Danny, eyes gleaming, said, ‘Boy I’d like to watch it! With her knickers down I bet!’ With a blurted expletive Sophie swung an arm out at him, which Danny parried. ‘Calm down Sophie!’ Their father ordered sharply. ‘Or I just might do a bit of it myself. You’ve only yourself to blame. And hopefully the experience will do you some good.’ Sophie gav...