Room 2D

A couple of nice vintage films featuring the same cockney model, Julia. The Training of Julia Following a complaint from a client the full-bodied Julia is summoned by her employer. Julia’s excuses and general attitude are a cause for concern and it quickly becomes apparent that Julia needs a refreshment course in taking orders without question or refusal as well as general humility. With stoic determination this is begun immediately. A sharp hand spanking is followed by multiple canings and Julia’s humiliation is compounded by having to assume several revealing and embarrassing positions which reveal every inch of her full bottom and most intimate female areas. As Julia’s training continues over several days at one point the original complainant is able to listen on the phone as Julia is caned severely by her strict and totally dominating female employer. Finally as her backside burns with pain she is made to apologize for her dis...

From Uniform Girls 34 After Mr Marks had finished with Jill he told her to go back to her room. He would send up her roommate, Samantha, who would fill Jill in on the general routine etc. The evening meal was at 7.30. At 7 o’clock Jill was to go and see Mr Fitcham who was to be her tutor. ‘Have you got that?’ Mr Marks asked. He had only just finished caning her. Lying over the stool in the Correction Room, her head down almost at floor level, her squirming, desperately-clenching bottom up over the stool. Jill’s introductory caning, which all girls had from Mr Marks as soon as they started their course of Domestic Training. Not because they had done anything at this point but simply because there were starting and had to know what it felt like. Jill knew what it felt like all right as now, still gasping for breath, she struggled the skin-tight shorts up over her humming bottom. She was gasping, with intermittent sobs as well. She...

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Story from New Blushes 2.20 It was happening now. Or about to. She felt her legs trembling. Her heart thudding. The bad dream. The nightmare. Now. The people were there in the other room. Mr Fenner’s lounge. You could hear a vague buzz of voices. His guests. Invited for the show. And she was to be the show. Mr Fenner had brought her here to the bedroom, where he had taken their coats and draped them on the bed. But it was the other things on the bed, with the coats… ‘Get everything off and put that on,’ Mr Fenner had instructed her in his firm, no-nonsense voice. ‘And no messing about.’ ‘That’ was a stripper’s outfit. A brief, sexy pair of red-and-black bikini knickers. A narrow-strapped black suspender belt. Black stockings. And the other things that Mr Fenner had held up to her. Nipple tassels. ‘They stick on,’ he said, grinning. She had to undress and put those awful things on. And then go in there, in the lounge, ...