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A YSS story from Uniform Girls 12 The morning on the moor had been bleak, dark scudding clouds and a driving wind with every now and then cold rain. A July day but you wouldn’t have thought it, so my spirits surged when I came round the side of the hill and saw the low white building with smoke blowing this way and that from its chimney. My pace quickened for it was marked on the map: Inn. Yes, a heaven-sent release from the elements when I opened the stout door and closed it behind me. I took off my anorak, shaking it. A cheerful room, a bar at one side, a bright fire opposite. The room’s occupants, three middle-aged men, one of them behind the bar, had turned to the door, seemingly expectant looks on their faces. The barman smiled. ‘Good day, sir, and welcome. Though I must say we was expecting something else when that door opened.’ ‘Something a bit more spicy,’ offered one of the others, ‘begging your pardon. Though I ima...

MORE TV STARS FOR THE CANE Your correspondents who have nominated film and TV actresses for the Order of the Burning Bot have always given me great pleasure, so here are a few contributions. Both the girls in  The Good Life  would be the better for regular chastisement. Felicity Kendal is an ideal candidate for the hairbrush at bedtime — six on the seat of her pyjamas and six with them round her knees. I can just see her pouting tearfully as she inspected the damage over her shoulder or in the mirror. As for her neighbour Margo (Penelope Keith), she’s a big girl who would really benefit from the cane. I expect she was no stranger to it at her expensive private school, but I’m sure she would still yelp and jump around very excitingly and earn herself a good lot of extra strokes. But let’s be fair and start with six of the best touching her toes of course, with her long evening dress right up over her shoulders. Felicity Kendal Penelope Keith TV scriptwriters could do a lot ...

The first film in the classic trilogy by Strictly English featuring  Barbie Mel and  the very submissive Tiffany Jones (aka Catherine Scott). Review from  spankingfilmreview.com : 2M/2f; time: 60 minutes Part 1 of a sophisticated trilogy about a female audio transcriber temporarily employed by a CP writer/producer, providing us a vehicle to depict a variety of spanking tableaux, touching on many of the fantasies common in the genre. Varied scenes, locales, and characters, a laudable effort by a producer who understands the erotic cues of CP. Some of the scene jumps are a bit confusing, but the spankings touch all the bases. The video opens with Valerie Hodges, as gorgeous a young blonde as one can find anywhere in the industry, receiving six-of-the-best on tight white satin panties. We soon learn this is a screenplay, the writer James Foster is doing the caning; the welts look real enough to us. Actress Tiffa...

Story from Uniform Girls 4 Up at the top of the house the heat of a long summer’s day still lingers, though it is past eight o’clock. Lace-edged curtains hang at a small dormer window, which has been opened wide to catch even the slightest of breezes should one happen along, but the curtains are motionless in the still air. There is the distant sound of a lawn mower — the gardener rounding off his day’s work now that the sun has sunk lower and made mowing less tiring — and a smell of newly-cut grass which teases the nostrils in the maid’s room with the pretty curtains. Nostrils, though, are not alone in the matter of being teased in the secluded room up in the roof. ‘Ooo-n…no…no, please —’ Firm young buttocks shiver faintly as their overheated plumpness responds to the cool-finger touch of a shiny cane, stretched in a lazy, tantalising way across a girl’s unwillingly-elevated bottom. ‘ Up , girl — come along now — lift it...

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Story from Roué 3 Night duty. Men’s Surgical, Sister Evans. Oh God! P’raps I’ll go sick, say I’ve got the ‘flu. She’ll know I’m avoiding her. I’ve got to face it sometime though. But — Oh Hell! I wish I’d never done it! But I had to, didn’t I? I don’t know, p’raps I didn’t have to. P’raps there might have been some other way. Oh Christ! And it was only one bottle. One lousy bottle of pills. And now she’s going to —. But I’ll have to turn up, no matter what. Because if I don’t, p’raps she’ll tell Matron, and Matron’ll tell the Police —. And I didn’t even get the money. That sod didn’t pay me. I could kill him. And that Beryl, she’s the one who split on me. Oh God! What a bloody awful predicament. On the ward. Sister Evans with an odd, satisfied kind of smile on her face. She’s going to, I  know  it! She did it to Allison, and she only nicked some money out of a locker. Oh Lord! I haven’t got a hope. And Allison said ...