Room 2D

Story by Stephen Sims from Janus 139 It happened less than three years ago, but it seems much longer than that. I’ve left school now and hope to graduate next year but that painful and amazing time still haunts me. I never did decide whether those two girls were hell-raising mischief-makers or just plain bad. Looking back, I think there was no real harm in them, although they made me suffer. But I suppose they felt justified in what they did to me, and I try to understand. There are no welts any more on my bottom, but sometimes, in a nightmare, I feel again the phantom fires eating into each cheek, and I squeeze them until the heat oozes away and I wake and stare into the darkness, remembering. They were Jasmine Fenwick and Ruby Blanche Cridland. Jasmine, or ‘Jazzy’, was one of those annoyingly pretty girls who put you in mind of a cat, sort of lean and graceful with flowing dark hair and sapphire eyes. Her friend, Ruby Blanch...

From Uniform Girls 33. It's not spelled out, but I think pretty Charlene and Valerie are undergoing Domestic Training. ‘Ring Mr Pinfield for me,’ Mr Fosling says. ‘There’s a darling. He’s in my book.’ George Fosling is comfortably seated in his favourite armchair. He reaches out and squeezed a handful of soft bottom. ‘Yes Mr Fosling,’ the darling, owner of the soft bottom, says. She is in fact called Charlene. She waits until the hand has finished, then walks across the thick carpet in her shiny black high heels to the phone. ‘Don’t take all day,’ Mr Fosling adds mildly. Although he is sitting here in his comfortable armchair he is sportily dressed: white cricket sweater over a cream-coloured shirt; white flannels; trainers on his feet. He is fiftyish, not tall, bald, with horn-rimmed spectacles: not a particularly sporting figure. ‘Pinfield is under P,’ he adds helpfully. ‘Yes… I know… I’ve got it now.’ Charlene’...