Room 2D

From Janus 19 with some nice Paula Meadows illustrations, including a couple I’ve “borrowed” from the story Miss Grey (which I’m unlikely to post as it has a primarily F/M theme). We received this female reader’s story accompanied by the letter printed below. As the writer did not give her full address we are treating MISS JOHNS as an anonymous fantasy based on personally experienced realities, and we therefore withhold the surname she gave. Dear Sir, I was introduced to your magazine by my current boyfriend, who likes to spank me. I have enclosed a little story that I have written, in response to your invitations to contributors. It is loosely based on my own experiences when I was a schoolgirl not too many years ago. I went to a girls’ Church of England Secondary School. The Headmistress had a caning stool, over which we had to bend when we got caned. The school used the cane rather a lot, probably something to do with sparing the rod and spoiling the child. We were automatical...

An additional couple of one-off Hardcastle specials from the pages of Janus. Firstly, from Janus 64 this is  The Riding Lesson : Secondly, from Janus 65 this is Sales Assistance , where we see the inner thoughts of the senior sales manager at a department store.

From Blushes 25 Soft moonlight bathed the gaunt oak-panelled study. It was just after midnight. She had heard the clock in the tower strike twelve as she had left her room. Samantha had crept on tiptoe along the landing, down the broad staircase and across the expansive echoing lobby. She grasped the old worn doorknob and turned it slowly. The door opened. Samantha smiled to herself. Daddy never locked the door to his study. There was really no need. None of the boys was permitted inside the old house unless accompanied by a teacher, and the building was detached from the rest of the school. Samantha slipped inside the room and closed the door, feeling a little jumpy as the old door shut behind her with a gentle click. She felt the warmth of the thick pile carpet against her bare feet, so inviting after the cold polished stone of the hallway. Although she was wearing just a very short thin nightie, she felt very warm. On this stil...