Room 2D

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From Blushes 18 featuring scrumptious Trudi Baxter both in and out of a charming pair of shorts. She had been waiting for a long time — all her life it seemed. Yet, in truth, it was only a few weeks. ‘When you are old enough,’ he had said, as he eased her away. Now she was old enough. They called it a ‘crush’ didn’t they, when you were crazy in love with your teacher? The stone top of the circular well wall felt warm through her thin white shorts. It was where she came every afternoon. That had been agreed. Would he ever come? There were so many doubts in life. ‘There will be conditions,’ he had said. She had not fully understood; did not want to ask too much. ‘In such things,’ he had said, ‘there are rewards. These, by a certain natural order, must be counter-balanced by penalties. That is my philosophy. In physical relationships between the sexes, a female is the submissive. She obeys the male. Deep down, she wi...

A hot and steamy story from Blushes 72 A hot sun shone out of a clear blue sky over the whole of southern England on this June afternoon. It had been hot for several days now, prompting people to ask each other if it was going to be another of those long hot summers which the English climate does not normally bring. When the heat does things, not just to the cereal and potato crops for instance, but to people’s minds, their lives. Their minds affected by the unaccustomed weather so that they do things they would not normally consider. Could a summer like that be on the way? A summer of sun-madness as one might say. In Lady Sylvia Grantley’s drawing room in the Grantleys’ country place in Wiltshire where Lady Sylvia is taking tea this afternoon with her friend Mrs Miranda James the weather has indeed been referred to. Sylvia Grantley has been wondering if her roses might not be suffering in the heat and has expressed slight misgivi...

A story from Blushes 20 bearing the hallmarks of R.T. Mason. It features the lovely Samantha Richards, who wrote to the Janus website regarding her modelling experience – see Memories of a Blushes Spanking Model . The grounds were kept as they had been many years before, before the revolution, modelled on those of the English leisured classes. Paved walks and well-kept lawns… a summer house protection against the sun and rain. For the climate here, away from the fiercer winters to the north, was not un-English and there could be those long rainy days in summer. Outside the grounds though, it wasn’t England; it was Russian forest, with beyond that, a collective farm. The girl stood by the weathered summer house. Teenaged, 17 in fact, tallish and shapely in a white dress against the rather dull spring day. A palely pretty face framed by dark curling hair, she also, without too much stretch of the imagination, could have been the daughter of some English aristocrat. In fact Tanya Sergev...