Room 2D

From Blushes 33 ‘That young Sharon,’ said Harry. ‘A minx. A choice young creature but a minx. That way she walks.’ His wife gave him a look. ‘Don’t tell me you’re getting interested in those young ones, Harry. Not at your age.’ ‘Not  interested . Oh no, not that. Well I might be interested in that pretty young bum of hers. I wouldn’t mind giving it a good paddling, which is exactly what it needs. I’d be interested in  that . Young minx.’ ‘She’s not that young,’ observed Mavis. ‘Nineteen, twenty —’ ‘I know how old she is. An awkward age for a girl. And I can see her getting into a deal of trouble if she’s not careful. Unless someone pulls her up short. A good walloping. She’s never had it of course.’ Mavis gave the fire an energetic-poke. An owlish look at Harry. ‘Well I don’t know that I should tell you what I was going to tell you, Harry.’ ‘What’s that then?’ Mavis shook her head. ‘I said I didn’t know that...

A follow up to Prison Punishment featuring Lucy Bailey Prisoners 56 and 57 are sent to the Warden to explain why their cells are such a mess and in one case contraband has been discovered. When they have difficulty explaining, the Warden decides old-fashioned spankings on their bottoms would be more appropriate than sending them to the solitary cells this time. You can see the Warden enjoys this sort of work, and has considerable experience in dealing with these offenders. However, it is not in her jurisdiction to give out corporal punishment, and when Mr Hunt returns he is furious. He sends her out with a punishment gown telling her to return in 15 minutes with it on, by which time he has severely dealt with Prisoners 56 & 57. His biting cane is used unsparingly on everyone who crosses his path. Mr Hunt is not evil though, he does warm their bottoms up first with his array of leatherwear. The Warden’s larger than usual bottom ...

A futuristic photo-story from Janus 161 The box arrived at the Old Hall that afternoon. It had been shipped by RoboBabe TM  Industries of California and took two men to unload and unpack it. Unable to resist the improbable sales blurb, Royston Arnold had ordered a prototype model of the thing it contained while on his travels to the USA. Fantastic new state-of-the-art life-size girl doll, the makers had boasted. RoboBabe TM  is your playmate or bedmate for life. Never grows old. Walks but doesn’t talk. Beautiful, nubile, realistic in every conceivable way. Will obey your every wish or whim and never answer back. Specify body type and colouring required. In the appropriate box he had ticked Caucasian, blonde and statuesque, sent in the order then thought no more about it. That had been months ago. Royston hadn’t believed it could possibly live up to its claims, and now it was here he felt apprehensive about even l...