Room 2D

The second of three parts from Blushes 30 Shaking. Her knees. They wouldn’t keep still. And her bottom. Still a bit like an electric fire throwing out heat. The memory. Don’t think. But you couldn’t help thinking. Mr Bayton. And then those others. Clients. The bank’s clients. The two men, she couldn’t remember their names. Hadn’t taken them in because her bottom had been absolutely scorching when they had arrived and she had been introduced. ‘Our new young lady. Susan Maybury.’ In her awful bum-revealing outfit. With her bum bearing red marks from Mr Bayton’s cane. The two men and Mr Bayton. Having to make tea and take it in there. And… sort of stand for inspection. Her bottom. And everything else. ‘A lovely girl, Mr Bayton. A very lovely figure… and I trust she is going to be a reliable young lady.’ There had been approving comments regarding those red marks on her bottom. ‘Yes, she’s had her first taste,’ from Mr Bayton....

The start of a story in three parts from Blushes 30 ‘Induction, Miss Maybury. The bank’s induction course. Someone must have mentioned it?’ The grey-green eyes widened, blank. No. Unless someone had but she hadn’t taken it in. There was so much to learn when you had just started, at times it seemed  impossible  to take it all in. ‘I… don’t think so, Mr Bayton.’ Slightly apologetic. Well, when you had only been there less than a week and were keen to make a good impression. She couldn’t remember… pretty cheeks flushing ever so slightly. ‘Not to worry, Miss Maybury. There’s a lot to remember right at the outset. But the induction course is necessary if you’re to go over to the dealing side. We have to be ultra-cautious these days. What with all these insider dealing scares. You know what I mean.’ Not really. She read the papers of course but it didn’t always mean too much. But no doubt she would learn. Mr Bayton had a...

Another story that would appear to be written by R.T. Mason, from Blushes 31. I've no idea why it is called Company Policy, as the story relates to the familiar trope  of  tuition from an older gentleman. ‘Do you wear anything in bed?’ Mr Vincent asked. ‘Nightdress, pyjamas? Or in the altogether as they say perhaps?’ The pretty cheeks pinkened slightly. Jane had been here perhaps 15 minutes. In Mr Vincent’s house. Perched now a little nervously on his settee in the drawing room. Nyloned knees tight together showing shimmeringly beneath the shortish pink dress. Jane’s white high-heeled courts also neatly together. Her mother had advised wearing them, they looked very smart, though they were not in fact the most practical footwear for a train journey carrying a largish suitcase. Jane had got help though, a gentleman lifting the case up on the rack for her when she got on and another obligingly offering a similar service a...

Dear Sir, I am writing to say how much I enjoyed reading Christopher E’s letter about medicals, in Blushes Supplement Issue 17 . Like him, I am fascinated by the subject of medicals and am pleased to see that your publications have, in a small way, begun to exploit this neglected field. However, it would be nice to see still more items on the subject. Personally, I would love to see photographs of girls undressing for an examination and then, in just a pair of pants, standing in front of a doctor. Is there any chance you could oblige? Finally, may I recommend strip-searches as another fruitful field of study! Even more of a humiliation for a girl than a medical. In fact, why not run the two together in, say, a prison setting with a new prisoner being strip-searched and then ‘medicaled’? Keep up the good work! A. Perry, London Dear Sir, Is there any possibility that we might see more pictures of the pyjama clad lovely in...