Room 2D

Dear Sir, In a recent letter one of your readers expressed a desire to see newspaper articles that featured girls in uniform reproduced in your magazine. I agree that it would add spice to the potent mixture you brew. Accordingly, I enclose two items that have amused me. The  Observer  story was one of several media pieces on the mass eviction of nurses at the time. Phillipa (looking quite charming in her uniform in the photo that accompanies the article) obviously seized the chance for publicity — she even had a BBC television appearance to herself. There’s nothing very sexual or CP-orientated about the article I admit, but I found it subtly arousing. The picture conjured up of young nurses being turned out onto the streets has a certain appeal, and before long I got to thinking about how difficult it would be for the girls to find accommodation of a reputable standard on their meagre salaries. No doubt many of them will end up in rather squalid flats with dubious landlords. And w

The final part. From Blushes Supplement 5 Three days of hard work passed for Maureen O’Connor. Sweeping, scrubbing, polishing. During that time she earned herself another spanking and what Gavin Proctor described as a ‘taste’ of the cane. Maureen, it must be said, did not like the cane at all. She screamed and yelled the place down as willow bit into her bare flesh. Not that Gavin was particularly severe with her. It ensured, however, from that moment on, the girl was in mortal dread of him. She knew now what he could do and, therefore, would do whatever he demanded. Softening up, Gavin called it. Soon Mr Cameron would be back from a holiday on his yacht; he would be delighted to find such a deliciously obedient submissive within his household. Once again Gavin Proctor would have established himself as a worthy retainer. Having been permitted to go to bed at 8.30 pm, after a hard day, Maureen was unexpectedly aroused from sleep by the relentless man who now ruled her life. At his

From Blushes Supplement 5 After her spanking, Maureen had been ordered into bed, still naked, bottom a fiery furnace. Not surprisingly, she preferred to lie on her tummy. No supper, she had thought wretchedly. Not that she would have been able to eat much after such a shocking ordeal. What an awful place this was! Maureen went on sobbing softly until she fell asleep quite exhausted. When she first woke, the room was in darkness. She wondered where she was, then remembered. Her bottom burnt less but was still quite hot. What could the time be! Cautiously she got out of bed and found a light switch. Oh, what a comfy bedroom it was! It was almost like one them film stars slept in, she told herself. Would she always sleep there? Maureen wandered about touching things until she came to a dressing table. Hesitantly, she opened a drawer; it contained a variety of women’s undergarments. She opened another drawer… and saw

From Blushes Supplement 5 ‘W-what are you g-going to do?’ Maureen’s voice was scarcely more than a whisper. Gavin ignored the question. ‘Maureen,’ he said, ‘I want you to know from the outset, when Mr Cameron is away — as he will be for another week — I am completely in charge of Bowden Hall. And any servants in it. You just happen to be the only one at the moment.’ ‘Only me?’ Another whisper… and even more apprehension in those eyes. Gavin supposed it must have been quite scary for this youngster to discover she was alone in that big house with him. ‘Yes. The other servants are working on Mr Cameron’s yacht, for the time being. So, you see, it is me you will be having to account to.’ Gavin looked suitably, and pompously, butler-like. That, in effect, was what he was though his duties extended far further than was usual. He was also Vernon Cameron’s confidante and protector. And, not to put too fine a point on it, his ‘procu