Room 2D

Arnold finally meets young Jennifer after being set up by Headmaster Reggie. A sequel to  Civil Servant’s Perks  and Dear Fusspot from Blushes 1. His conscience was something Arnold always had to deal with on occasions such as these, before he could be sure of not letting himself down in a way that he would kick himself for later. Coming down on the train it had been easy enough to slide the photograph out of the envelope behind a copy of Scientific American and run his eyes — and imaginary hands — over the delightful, youthful, and reportedly thoroughly available shape of the girl on the netball court whose name was Jennifer. Savouring the prospect of actually meeting her, he had felt himself taking on already the authoritative characteristics the girl would no doubt expect to find in him, thinking of him, as she would be led to do, as a very senior member of her school’s hierarchy, and therefore someone to be obeyed without que

Another angle on young Jennifer, following on from Civil Servant’s Perks , from Blushes 1 Dear Fusspot, Thank you for your letter. This is just a brief note (I’m very busy at present) to set your mind at rest until I get down to see you. Regarding your first worry; you have to remember that teachers are responsible people, and, like doctors, they have a kind of professional detachment that enables them to do their jobs without any kind of emotional involvement. Next time the headmaster takes your knickers down, just remember that he’s not actually noticing that you’re half-undressed; to him you’re just a naughty girl who needs her bottom smacked — he’s no more interested in what’s actually inside your pants than I used to be when I had to spank you from time to time. With regard to your second worry, yes, I suppose that does sound a little out of the ordinary, but for the present I think you should just do as you’re told — y

Story from Blushes 1, the first of a three-parter. From the window of his office, if he cared to look out of it, Arnold would be able to watch the sedate progress of the Thames as it flowed seawards under the arches of Westminster Bridge. The sun is out, glittering on the water, and a pleasure boat slips down on the tide and swings in a wide arc towards Westminster Pier, butting into the current as it completes the turn and edges in to the landing stage. But Arnold does not care to watch the river this afternoon; he prefers instead to rest his eyes on the full breasts of Miss Bloom, his secretary, as she and her inexpert shorthand try to keep up with Arnold’s dictation. Her pen scratches at her pad, dashes horizontally across it as she crosses something out, and she looks up in time to catch her boss’s eyes on her breasts. ‘Sorry, Mr Dawson — what was that last bit again?’ Arnold sighs theatrically. ‘What I probably said, Miss

Artwork from Blushes 2 She hears the receiver drop and pushes her legs higher to maintain the required position. Her white cotton pants stretch to accommodate her efforts to keep her half chastised bum perched on the desk’s edge. The cheeks, a trembly rosy hue, still tingling, still stinging and still awaiting his return. ‘Still in position girl?’ he grunts. ‘Y-Yes s-sir.’ ‘Long way to go yet young lady… damn telephone… I’ve taken it off the hook so we won’t be disturbed again… now where were we!’ 

Basil has a visitor. Story from Blushes 3. The clock in the hall upstairs strikes ten and Basil checks his watch unnecessarily and says that he’d better go and phone the Major. ‘You can stay as you are,’ he says to the girl. I haven’t finished with you yet!’ The girl swallows nervously and Basil clumps up the cellar stairs to the study where April is still hovering around in her knickers waiting to be told she may go to bed. He sends her off and she goes gratefully. Basil picks up the phone and dials a number from memory. ‘Hello Major — Basil,’ he says. ’How’s the salvage business?’ ‘Eh?’ ‘— Eh, silly me. I meant ‘salvation’, of course. I thought you’d like to know that your girl arrived alright.’ ‘Hmm? — half-past nine. Well, a few minutes late — by my watch, that is.’ He laughs wickedly. ‘Oh yes — caned her for it —’ Downstairs, the girl whom Basil has just caned for being late lies quietly across the stool which Basil always puts her across. She is about eighteen, tall and

From Blushes 8 Not to be missed! For those who know the book’s plot, it will be sufficient to say that none of Susan’s experiences at ‘Georgie’s’ hands are missed out or skimped; for those who haven’t read the book, some extracts follow which highlight the bum-tingling, blush-making embarrassments of Susan’s first weeks at the home of a ‘friend of the family’. Watching from the airport observation platform, Susan’s eyes followed the jet as it began its thundering run along the length of the runway. Although she knew that they probably wouldn’t see her, she waved to her parents seated somewhere in that slim grey shape, then shaded her eyes with her hand as it climbed steeply away toward the sun. For a long time she stood unmoving, her attention centred on the aircraft as it wheeled and turned away, becoming no more than a speck before disappearing into the shimmering blue of the sky. When there was no longer anything

Reggie conducts an encore. Story from Blushes 1. The window in the Headmaster’s study is open about six inches or so, and a cool draught is wafting across the bareness of the girl’s legs below the hem of her short skirt. The breeze slips up under the neat pleats and floats around the snug fit of her school knickers; it finds its way between her legs and the backs of her thighs feel goose-pimply. Trying not to draw attention to herself the girl edges sideways in an attempt to get out of the draught — not because she’s cold, and goodness knows, she’s likely to be grateful enough of a cooling influence on her bottom before this interview is over — but because the airiness makes her feel as if she’s already half naked. She doesn’t need reminding about that. Her eyes follow the movement of the Headmaster’s pen as it scratches quietly across the page of a book. Sandra’s name is appended to a lengthening list, while the girl herself rubs surreptitiously at her bottom under her skirt thoug