Room 2D

Another AI enhanced repost of a favourite story. Here is Mr Night’s New Attraction from Blushes 47. ‘This is the cash till, I don’t need to tell you,’ Mr Night says. ‘The centre of operations. We’ll have to watch you don’t get your fingers in it, eh?’ He laughs at his little joke, and pushes himself harder against Ann. Against her bottom. Ann gives a nervous little laugh. She has only started this morning, less than half an hour ago in fact. Mr Night’s shop isn’t open to customers yet. So it is only her and Mr Night here. Mr Night and his new trainee assistant. Ann is standing at the till and her new employer for the purposes of instruction, but also and more especially for his own pleasure, is standing pressed close against her back. His loins in particular are pressed hard against the jutting swell of Ann’s bottom. ‘You’ve got a nice shape, Ann. I’ll say that for you. And a pretty face too. But that’s why I took you on, isn’t i...

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...

Another AI enhanced repost of a favourite story. Here is Girl Training 1998 from Blushes 62. Here is a classic from Blushes 62, uncredited (like all Blushes stories) but bearing all the hallmarks of R.T. Mason. The Domestic Training and Interchange Centre was its formal title but that of course was a bit of a mouthful and the name was routinely shortened to ‘Domestic Centre’ except in official letters and pronouncements. There was one in every town nowadays. Southchester’s might have been a school at some time in the past: a large building with a central high-ceilinged hall and various smaller rooms. But no one seemed to know about that, people were vague about the past nowadays, certainly anything pre-1995. Whatever its past everyone knew what the Domestic Centre was now, its function. Certainly girls, young women, who were not fortunate enough to be from Class 1 or Class 2 families knew. And by the same token adult males wh...

The final  story in the  Kingsmead trilogy, from Blushes 14 Pierre Deauville, a French teacher on exchange at a girls’ school in Berkshire, has been letting us into the secrets of how corporal punishment works at exclusive Kingsmead School. In previous issues of Blushes, he has described the school’s infamous ‘Two-Stripe’ system which awards two strokes of cane or slipper to the girls’ deserving backsides, and more recently the story related to him by a 17-year-old from a wealthy Somerset family of her punishment at the hands of her French tutor at home in the summer holidays ( see  The Cambridge Candidate  in Blushes 12). Melissa Hammond had been caught by Mr Deauville at a pub in the town some miles from the school: something which no girl, not even a prefect, is permitted to do. She agreed to take a strapping from Pierre rather than face a ‘Two-Stripe’ session which would almost certainly award her more th...