Room 2D

From Janus 43 Mrs Elizabeth Davenport was the name we gave to the remarkable lady who modelled in a chastising role in  Exactly So & Even More Exactly So but showed her true submissive nature as a recipient of pain-for-pleasure in  Older Woman, Younger Man  ( Janus 36 ). A 40-year-old real-life housewife and mother, she is radiantly married to that notorious chastiser of erring females’ behinds, Arthur Jardine ( Burning Injustice , The Return of Mr Jardine ) — also a pseudonym. Yet, as she poignantly reveals in this authentic interview, she and her husband had been married nine years before he popped the question upper-most in all our minds… JANUS:   Can you tell us briefly of your background? ELIZABETH: I was born in Cheshire. I lived there for 14 years, then came down here. I wouldn’t want to go back there at all, I do like the south. There was no CP as such at school although I did manage ...

From Blushes 16, a sequel to the story  Parental Discipline . Bill Jackson had done something he didn’t normally do. He had taken a drink in the afternoon. Quite a large one, too. He didn’t approve, but he’d done it. Herbert Porter, Head of the Comprehensive, was due at five o’clock… and he would be bringing Bill’s elder daughter, Rita, with him. In view of what he had already been told — and what he anticipated — Bill Jackson needed a bit of immoral support. In the way of half a tumblerful of scotch. How could Rita have behaved so? She seemed such a nice innocent girl. Friendly, yes, but not… not sexy. Bill Jackson’s mind reeled away from the thought of those secret meetings in the changing room when it seemed… so unbelievably… that intercourse had taken place. He couldn’t quite imagine his Rita doing anything like that. He still thought of her as a kid. It was indecent. Must have been the boys’ fault. Bill Jackson felt s...

From Blushes 14 ‘Pam — go up to your room at once!’ The blonde-haired girl, with pert and quite pretty features, looked sulky. Her gaze turned from her father to the sober-suited man alongside him. One had the impression that she might, at any moment, put out her tongue at either or both of them. But she did not. Instead she walked slowly across to an armchair and picked up a women’s magazine which lay there. The pertness on her face had taken on a cheeky look — something which it could all too readily do. ‘I said at  once , Pam!’ ‘Got to have something to read if I’m to stay up there.’ She continued to flip the pages of the magazine and a look of exasperation passed over her father’s face and he glanced at the man alongside him. ‘I am afraid, Mr Jackson, this tendency in your daughter has been reported to me before now.’ ‘Has it? I’m not surprised. Pam, for the  last time , go up to your room!’ Unhurriedly, t...