Room 2D

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...

Story with some nice Alan Bell illustrations, from Roué 23 It was 1966 — that halcyon period when mini-skirts had come in, and stockings and suspenders had not yet gone out. Dedicated observers were treated to the sight of more white thighs and stocking-tops than they were ever to see again. Just such a dedicated observer was Mr George Jones, draper and pillar of the community in his small home town. Mr Jones was sitting, as usual when the shop wasn’t busy, in his office-cum-storeroom at the back. When not serving he always had plenty of accounting and bookwork to keep up, and was happy to leave his young assistant, Carol Summers, to look after the trickle of customers. Carol had entered the storeroom to look for a type of cloth required by a woman who had just come in. She asked Mr Jones where the particular cloth was kept. ‘It’s up there, Carol. You’ll need the steps,’ he told her, indicating the row of shelves immediate...