Room 2D

Story by Andrew Grantham from Janus 35 with illustrations by Paula Meadows Sandra winced as she pulled up her knickers. The tight elastic kept digging into the six weals adorning her mature, though still teenage, bum-cheeks. ‘I will not tolerate lateness!’ thundered Mr Hunter, the Headmaster. The pretty girl flicked away black curls from her face. ‘I’m sorry sir,’ she stammered. ‘It’s the buses!’ Actually it was one bus in particular that was often late, and inevitably when a certain young driver was at the wheel. ‘I am not interested in transportation problems!’ raged Mr Hunter. ‘My only concern is with the smooth running of this school. And it cannot be run properly when the pupils fail to arrive on time!’ Sandra was sorry she had spoken out. She ought to have just accepted the caning and walked out of the Head’s study without saying a word. Now Mr Hunter was about to deliver a lecture. ‘When I was your age, my girl,

Story   by Andrew Grantham  from Janus 28 ‘Well my girl,’ said Mr Sutcliffe, taking off his tasselled mortar board and laying it flat side down on the gleaming, polished surface of his huge desk. ‘You obviously expect a hiding, don’t you?’ The tall girl standing on the other side of the desk shuffled her feet uneasily on the well-worn carpet. She bit her lip before nodding and uttering a barely audible ‘Yes sir.’ Mr Sutcliffe looked closely at the girl. She was very pretty. Of course, a great many of the girls who had stood, quaking, on that same spot had been pretty. There were hundreds, if not thousands, of names in the punishment book. The distinguished-looking Headmaster prided himself that he never forgot a face — or a bottom! He knew that he could go to the punishment book, pick a name at random and picture again the girl’s rear-end. Karen Crane’s features and rear-end were to be indelibly etched in his memory long after