Room 2D

Detention Room II is an AI- and collage-art tribute to the incomparable Wendy East and Sarah Denton of Janus . Officiating is Alan Bell, star of Detention Room and leading light at Roue and Blushes during the golden era of spanking magazines and videos. Mr Jardine, Head of a corrective institute for teenage girls, is legendary for having given 18-year-olds Wendy and Sarah plenty to think about in Janus 39 (see the original The Return of Mr Jardine and it’s AI-enhanced version ). Now Mr Bell traverses magazine titles as Jardine’s colleague, a Form Master determined to punish the girls further. Mr Bell’s reputation as a formidable disciplinarian precedes him. The girls anticipate their ordeal. Sarah is first for a soundly smacked bottom. Mr Bell tells her that although she may keep her knickers on for her warm-up he’ll soon be taking them down. Mr Bell is heavier set than his colleague Jardine, and even more sadistic. Sarah feels the difference when smacked on the bare by this Blus...

A vintage Roué video with a Peeping Tom’s eye view. A startling fly-on-the-ceiling film in which we witness a shopkeeper punish his two errant employees. The first girl to enter his pokey back room is made to lay over her boss’s knee and with her knickers down, is spanked on her bare bottom. Girl number two — guilty of persistent lateness — is then dealt with in a similar, though more sever, manner. With her black nylon knickers down she receives an over-the-knee spanking and is then made to strip off completely. Naked, she is bent over a chair and her already painful bottom is smacked without mercy. Promising to improve her punctuality in the future she, after a few further stinging slaps, is finally allowed to dress and leave. Review from spankingfilmreview.com: M/2f; time: 30 minutes An ageplay over-the-lap spanking viewed completely through a peephole in the ceiling. One of the Roué ‘uncle’ characters is belabouring th...

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...