Room 2D

By Richard Manton from Janus 34. By popular demand, Lesley resumes her disciplinary adventures from  Janus 13  &  21 . The house with the green verandah stood at the end of an elegant late-Georgian terrace, among tree-lined residential streets high above the city. Its classical façade was hidden by the screen of chestnut trees dividing the main road from the crescent of the private terrace-drive. There was nothing to indicate who lived in the house or what use it might be put to. Early on most afternoons several young women would arrive at intervals — never the same young women. Later on, one or two men would follow — never the same men. It was rare to see one of the girls leaving on foot or bicycle. As a rule they were collected by taxi or private car from the front door. The blouses, ties, and short pleated skirts of some of the girls suggested fifth-formers arriving for a lesson in deportment. Others, in...

From Blushes Supplement 31 ‘Had a good day?’ Derek asked. Christine gasped ‘OK…’ With her husband’s 12 stone on top of her, thrusting rhythmically, any words were likely to come out as a gasp and of course what Derek was doing would tend to produce gasps as well. Christine didn’t like talking while doing it but Derek frequently did, he said talking and thinking about something other than doing it meant he could last longer. Anyway she hadn’t had a good day. It had been a very traumatic day — or at least since lunch time, her head spinning round and round, not able to think of anything else. She should never have said yes, it was ridiculous… ‘Go to the pub…? At lunch time…?’ Derek’s words phrased and delivered in cadence with his thrusts. Oh Christ. ‘Stop… talking…’ she said, or gasped. That anyway was the last thing she wanted to talk about… or think about… except she couldn’t stop thinking about it. In her handbag downstairs....