Room 2D

Story from Blushes 7. The continuation of  Henry’s New Girl . THE NEW GIRL MEETS MR MIGGINS ‘ Hey!  No touching, Mr Miggins. Anyway your hands must be quite filthy messing about with those pots.’ In the potting shed in the corner of Mr Henry Fultonby’s extensive gardens Cynthia Harlow was still sitting on the bench with one foot raised high to display the full extent of two slim and shapely legs, but as she spoke she pushed her skirt firmly down between the tops of her thighs thus closing off from view what Mr Bert Miggins had been raptly gazing at and indeed what he had now, lurching forward, attempted to get his hands on. What to be frank, Cynthia had been deliberately displaying to Mr Miggins’ aroused eyes, namely that very essence of her young girlhood, that split peach, adorned with soft brown curls and with its outer lips parted by her spread-legged posture to reveal delectable and quite irresistible coral pink inner par

More Darcy from the archives — four original drawings with narrative on the theme of school caretakers. Middlemiss Academy for Young Ladies is a high-end private educational establishment with a reputation to protect. So any girls caught misbehaving on, or off, the property are dealt with in a firm and traditional manner. Here we see Ashley and Elizabeth, waiting for their punishment in the hallway outside Mr Briggs’ office as is the custom. Both were caught vaping behind the janitor’s shed. A very silly place to hide, seeing as the janitor — that’s Arthur sweeping the hall — is a real stickler for the rules. In fact, the girls are convinced he spends more time snooping around trying to catch them out than he does actually looking after the school. And he always seems to have a job to do in the hallway or outside of Mr Briggs’ window when the smacking and the caning and the strapping and the tawsing and the belting and whatever else

Story from Blushes 6 Henry Fultonby, in his fifties and a committed and contented bachelor, did not boast of doing good works, he was not that sort of person, but clearly he filled a social need. He was a good citizen who could be called on, even by strangers. Called on in those long school holidays, especially those interminably long summer ones, when Charlotte, Victoria, Jane or whoever can be just a little tiresome and a loving but increasingly exasperated mother would so like to be rid of her offspring for just a little while. In that sort of situation if you happened to hear of Henry Fultonby your problems could well be solved. Charlotte, Victoria and Jane were of course  teenage  girls. And they were always  girls , for Henry was certainly not interested in having his charming house cluttered with young males. But for Charlotte etc., yes he could usually oblige there — for a week, two weeks or whatever. Henry was indeed fo