Room 2D

From Blushes Supplement 2 Kikki wasn’t her real name, yet it suited her dark, pretty looks, her slightly snub nose — spattered in summer with freckles — and the air of naive, fey wondering that came over her oval face often enough now, her lips parting as though she were about to speak but did not know what to say. Kikki had earned her name when she began to discover that it was not only her lips that were to remain parted sometimes. Being taken to a party that was all for ‘grown-ups’ as far as she was concerned — for everyone else there seemed to be at least forty — had started it. People had begun to dance and kiss at the same time, but Kikki wouldn’t dance and she didn’t know where to look. ‘It’s not your scene, is it?’ a voice had asked her, and Kikki had looked up to see one of the ladies’ husbands smiling down at her peering right into the neckline of her dress — the first low one she had worn. Not knowing how to reply,

Dear Sir, May I put forward the point of view of a spanked niece as opposed to a spanking uncle. My mother and father were killed in a road accident and I was sent to Scotland to live with an elderly uncle at the age of sixteen. From the very start uncle made it quite clear that smacked bottoms would be commonplace occurrences. In the area we were situated discipline was strict so it was not considered odd to hear girlish screams from the farmhouse we lived in. Thinking back I must have been quite a present for a sixty-year-old man living on his own. Virtually every night I would get a smacking for something. To this day I can remember the revulsion I felt as I stood in front of him with my skirt pulled up to my waist and he made a meal of taking my knickers down. Then I would have to go over his knees for a spanking that seemed to take ages. All the time he was smacking he would ask me how much it was hurting. He seemed to like to hear me cry. Another of his favourite tricks was t

From Blushes Supplement 2 ‘Won’t do it again, you say, Whittaker? Hmm — that what you said?’  Brown shoes slide against tiles as the housemaster paces the room’s meagre length and turns at the far end. ‘Sir — sir —’ the girl stumbles snottily over the words, tearful and nervous of the cane which shivers malevolently in her chastiser’s hand, ‘Please sir — yes — yes, sir — honestly —’ ‘Bottom had enough then, Whittaker? Eh?’ He stops directly behind her, close enough to feel the heat of thoroughly-spanked young buttocks radiating against the back of the hand that holds the cane.  Despite its intimidating presence, that instrument hasn’t been used this afternoon except to emphasise the irritable gestures the teacher is wont to employ when lecturing obligingly disobedient girls. ‘Yes sir — oh, yes — !’ Jemima strains her head to see his face, her stool creaking in protest, wet-cheeked face confirming her declaration that her botto

From Blushes Supplement 2.  Some lovely pictures and ideas which sparked responses from the readership. Sir, In the first Blushes Supplement you did a  photo series  ’by request’ on suspenders and stocking tops and asked if there were other requests. Yes! I would like a photo series on girls in shorts! There were tantalising glimpses in the  series  [Jobsworth] printed to illustrate ‘Educating Sandra’ but that splendid girl was stripped naked too quickly. I do  not  mean modern athlete’s shorts with those side slits. They are too loose and too short. Punishment shorts should be thin and snug and cover the whole bottom and least two inches of thigh — so that the delicious sculptural shape of the girl bum — is seen as a whole. For penal whippings in Holland in the 19th century girls were fitted with such shorts (‘drawers’) when being ‘publicly’ whipped within prisons and it was quite usual to drench them with water just before