Room 2D

Another lesson video from Harrison-Marks’ 1970’s early Janus days. Short but sweet. No sound, I’m afraid. Video: 

The concluding part, from Blushes 19 Julie gazed up at the ceiling, the jangling of the alarm jarring in her ears. 6.30, with early sunlight filtering through the curtains into the small, simply furnished room. Probably back when this house had been built it had been the maid’s room and now it was having a succession of maids again, considerately provided by the Government’s Girls’ Training Scheme. She gazed up at the ceiling as her thoughts got sorted out, as it all came back. She was here with Mr Milbank and she had had that one full day. And, yes, there were 41 to go. Forty-one days of torture. At least there would be 41 if Kevin’s Uncle Albert couldn’t be persuaded to get her out.  But Uncle Albert was coming today , there had been a phone call yesterday evening — which Mr Milbank had of course taken, girls on the Girls’ Training Scheme weren’t supposed to have phone calls. But anyway Uncle Albert had phoned to say he was pl

From Fessée 4, the start of a new eight-part comic strip by Paula Meadows about a thoroughly naughty French maid.

From Blushes 19 Back in his room he had his jobs for her. Skivvying. Hoovering the floor, dusting, polishing some brass. Julie hated housework and in her own home with an indulgent mother had virtually never done any. Now she was doing it for Mr Milbank, like it or not. And in fact when you had just had the cane and you could easily imagine yourself getting it again at the merest whim of Mr Milbank, well, it didn’t seem too bad. Her tormentor was never far away. Ever ready to splat his big hand in on that suffering bottom if he thought he could detect any slacking — or maybe simply because he felt like it. Weakly Julie thought of Uncle Albert. If he did come she could plead with him. Maybe he could take her away, maybe he didn’t  realise  quite what this place and this Mr Milbank were like. Uncle Albert  had  said he would come very soon. Mr Milbank finally called a halt to the skivvying and told Julie to make some tea. It see

From Blushes 19 ‘Very nice,’ approved Uncle Albert. ‘Very nice indeed. A real good-looker and also a nifty shape on her. Only thing is, of course…’ ‘Only thing is  what ?’ Mrs Linda Slater, Kevin’s mother, wanted to know. She herself very much approved of her son’s young lady and her brother-in-law seemed to be implying some criticism. Julie of course was always careful to be on her very best behaviour where Kevin’s mother was concerned. ‘Are you finding  fault , Albert?’ ‘No, not really. Nothing  actually  wrong at all and a very lovely girl, I’m sure. It’s just that these very attractive ones  can  get a bit flighty. And there’s nothing worse than a flighty young wife.’ Julie Atkins, the young lady in question, was naturally not present as this interesting conversation developed. She had been there, at the Slater family home, somewhat earlier that day, partaking of a splendid high tea and in the process meeting a number of