Room 2D

First of two parts, from Blushes Supplement 12 Gilbert Hoskins had always wanted to pay a visit to the gymnasium. When it was in use, of course. Yet he had never dared mention this to Miss Hilda Conway, Head of Milward’s School. Milward’s was a private boarding school and, though not a governor, Gilbert was, without doubt, the school’s most wealthy benefactor. Since he had plenty of money to spare, there was no difficulty for him to make generous contributions towards various school activities. In this, he always took Miss Conway’s advice. She had always been very kind to him. Now he was beginning to think of her as a friend. Perhaps one day he might actually ask her. Would she think there was anything… well… anything strange about that? An elderly man asking to look at teenage girls doing their exercises, most likely wearing nothing but vest and knickers? Maybe not. It was all part of the school curriculum. And, after all, he had...

Story from Blushes Supplement 6 ‘He b…b…beat me!,’ Jane howled. Sitting in one of the four twin-bedded dorms, she rocked back and forth with her hands over her face — ‘All right, now, all right,’ Linda soothed, plumping her own firm young bottom down on the same bed and circling the other girl’s shoulders with a comforting arm. ‘He didn’t really, Jane, and we don’t use that word here. It was a tawse, wasn’t it — a thick strap with a split end to it?’ ‘It doesn’t matter wh…what it was,’ sobbed Jane, disregarding her companion’s arm and falling sideways so that her tear-streaked cheek rested on the pillow, her body twisted awkwardly. It was bad enough that she had been made to bring her Sixth Form uniform to wear here and — worse — to have discovered when she had first opened her suitcase on arrival that all her dinky, pastel-coloured panties had been removed before she left and replaced with blue serge ones that she never seen be...

The third instalment, from Blushes Supplement 3 At a local theatre in the London suburbs, the manager Roger Weaver was lucky enough to have a pool of willing labour as usherettes: the students at the nearby drama school. The fact that he chose to recruit principally the girls was no accident. Not only did they work harder, as they were keen to participate in the theatre world — even as usherettes — to watch professionals perform on stage. Perhaps more importantly for Roger, it gave him the occasional opportunity to indulge his penchant for giving some of the girls’ backsides what he euphemistically called ‘a good whacking’. In previous issues, we met Cecilia who, after losing £10 of programme money (with a little help from a dishonest colleague, Becky) was given the option of corporal punishment to avoid dismissal. Cecilia’s bare bottom was subsequently spanked with a wooden brush and in a later session, in front of a hidden invited audience, was given eight strokes with Roger’s cane...