Room 2D

Another Basil story from the archives. Inspired by the R.T. Mason classic  A Very Painful Lesson . Lisa Hemson had stormed out of the piano lesson. It wasn’t the first time Tebley had tried it on. He wasn’t a real teacher but the school used him for music tuition, so you had to go round to his house. There were rumours that some sixth form girls let him ‘do things’ to get better marks. He was always brushing against you, which you could put up with but then he had lifted her skirt up and cupped his hand on Lisa’s knickered bottom. She’d gone straight back to school and happened to run into Mrs Bairstow who was really nice, promising that everything would be alright… Mr Kendall, the headmaster of St Stephen’s looked at the book on his desk for the umpteenth time that morning. Specifically it was the ‘Incident Book’ detailing serious matters occurring in the school. Except that he made it his business to ensure that nothing that mig

From the archives — an original story by Basil It all started on Saturday morning. Her best friend, Alison came round, as usual. When Emma opened the door Alison was wearing a new pair of sunglasses. ‘Ta Daaa! Summer’s here and all cool babes will be at the pool!’ she chimed in her usual way. They went upstairs to change into the new bikinis, which they had recently bought for the summer, in readiness. When Emma looked in the mirror she realised that her new bikini was so tiny that dark wisps of pubic hair were poking out. ‘Oh my god!’ I can’t go like this.’ She exclaimed. ‘Oh, come on! You can’t chicken out. And Ke-vin Ty-ler will be there! I saw him this morning. I have the solution. Trim, Emma, trim!’ Alison announced and they both laughed. Emma was a bit embarrassed so she went into the bathroom and Alison stayed in the bedroom. After a few moments Alison was calling again: ‘Why don’t we go all the way. Smooth as silk.’ ‘What do you mean?’ Emma questioned. ‘Shave! It’s the

An original story from Basil with a nice illustration. More absent-minded fun in an imagined sequel to After the Match ‘Nice try, Henry, but your girls are still a little below our standard, don’t you think?’ said St Saviour’s headmaster, Charles Greenwood, smugly. ‘Indeed’ said Henry Bellish, Head of St Joseph’s, rather resignedly. Results were not normally the main interest to Henry in attending girls’ inter-school sports, but this time there had been a bit more riding on the match. Henry was taken into the pavilion to partake in the after match refreshments. To Charles’ consternation there was not a soul around. He cleared his throat loudly. A door opened and a dark-haired girl appeared, a look of surprise, then apprehension appeared on her face at seeing the two headmasters. She turned round, disappearing for a few seconds before returning with a tray of pastries and almost ran to them to try and make up for the fact that she had not been waiting with them on offer as they

Many thanks to Basil who has provided his nominees for the Order of the Burning Bottom. Are there some celebrities past or present that you think are crying out for a touch of the stick or a lengthy session over your lap? You can nominate them via email to  MrEvans261@gmail.com , ideally with some accompanying narrative and maybe a picture (although I can dig out one of those if needed). Lucy Fleming has already been nominated in OBB but since she has the look of an irritatingly ‘goody two shoes’ sixth former, I would like to re-nominate/second her. I would take great pleasure in making ‘little miss butter wouldn’t melt’ strip completely naked in front of me, take my time to thoroughly inspect and explore her innocent charms, before pulling her over my lap for a slow, firm spanking. Intimate contact would be maintained throughout to prevent her squirming onto the floor. Then 12 searing strokes of the cane as she bends over, gripping her ankles. British diver, Lois Toulson. Aft