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Story from Blushes 23 with a lovely drawing by Alan Bell ‘Two teas and a ham roll.’ The girl at the counter slides two saucers off a pile and clunks two cups onto them. She pours in milk, then tea, then passes them to the customer. ‘Sugar’s on the table, sir,’ she says. ‘Ham roll.’ ‘Yes sir.’ She takes the roll from a display cabinet with chromium tongs. ‘Anything else sir?’ ‘No.’ Coins ring on the plate-glass counter. The man takes his teas and comes back for the roll. As he turns his back the girl pokes out her tongue, a small gesture, then she darts a glance sideways at a white-coated figure in the kitchen who has been watching the interchange between customer and employee. The girl’s cheeks are pink, probably from the heat of the hot water running behind the counter, which enhances the look of guilt that comes over her pretty face as she realises that her little demonstration has not passed unnoticed.  She looks away, eyes downcast, and neatens a pile of plat...

From Roué 23 Cheryl sat at her bedroom window and stared gloomily out at the garden below. How could she be so inconsiderate?, she thought; what makes her think she’s got the right to treat me in this way? Downstairs her mother poured herself a generous helping of brandy and sank back into an armchair. At last she had done it — at last she had refused to give into her daughter’s demands. She took a sip of the beverage and purred as it warmed her insides. She was a contented woman. It had been almost a year since Brenda Willis lost her husband to a slip of a thing from the typing pool and the most problematical aspect of life without hubby had proved to be her daughter’s behaviour. Slowly but surely Cheryl had wound her mother round her little finger; she had her exactly where she wanted her. If one of Cheryl’s requests didn’t meet with her mother’s approval — as was often the case — the point would be argued over but, without ...

Ah, whatever happened to Double Diamond beer? Anyway, a nice story from Blushes 18 with an Alan Bell feel to it. She had been up there before of course, up in Mr Moulton’s attic. Just about all the better-looking ones had ascended those stairs by the time they got halfway through the Sixth Form. Visits to the attic started when you were in the Sixth because that was when the regulations, the edicts of the governors or whatever it was, stated that you could be smacked. Properly smacked on the bottom, that was, as opposed to the odd slap across the leg or something. The good-looking ones and those with nice well-developed seats would be hustled up those stairs with Mr Moulton following close behind as soon as they got in the Sixth Form. Mr Moulton of course would say it was merely to get a proper sense of discipline going as soon as possible — but then he wasn’t going to admit that he just liked to get a girl up there and take h...

A vintage Alan Bell video Review from spankingfilmreview.com: M/f; time: 13 minutes Very early film in the CP genre, we suspect, one step from when spanking films were sold in brown paper bags from under the counter. Crude production values with the feel of a porno smoker. Jennifer Greenwood has been called into a supervisor’s office at work. Actor Alan Bell plays her boss and reads her performance record. She has been spanked before for infractions, and he is going to have his way with her again before putting her to work as his secretary. She is directed to pull up her skirt and pull down her panties, very slowly, while she faces us. Naughty, brief girly stuff, probably at a premium on film when this was made. Excellent shots of her embarrassed and frightened face. Bell carefully positions her OTK; closeup views of her bare bottom, a crisp moderate handspanking. Next phase: she stands; ‘You can take your skirt off....

A marvellous story with lovely Alan Bell illustrations, from Roué 4  Sunlight streams in through lace-curtained windows in a little flat above a tea-shop. The noise of traffic filters up from below, the telephone on an elegant corner table rings in a muted way. Miss Etheridge ignores it for the moment. The thick strap in her hand whacks once, twice more across the reddened and bouncing buttocks. The girl stifles her sobs, with her knuckles pressed against her mouth, and then weeps desperately as the strap cracks across her bare bottom one last, stinging time. ‘Get up girl, and stand there!’ Miss Etheridge indicates a place at the end of the piano. The girl gets to her feet and tugs at her drooping knickers as she hurries to obey. ‘And leave  them  where they are! I haven’t finished with you yet!’ The weeping girl drops her pants, and they fall forlornly to her ankles. ‘And stop that blubbering chi...