Room 2D

From Blushes 37, a sequel to Introductions Over . Daniel Ward’s training system for young female executives now has another recruit. Sally felt the cold dry hand against her bared bottom-cheek. She stared blankly at the rich patterned curtain just inches away from her face. ‘Oh God. This is awful. Just awful.’ Knowing she was bare and exposed. Knowing that the woman was staring at her, considering all those intimate secrets of a big girl’s anatomy, all now so blatantly exposed. ‘Right down. Get right down. Rest yourself on the dressing table.’ She heard the woman’s carefully-measured tones. ‘And keep your bottom still.’ Sally Blackwell was a career girl. Just three months ago she had joined the dynamic young workforce of Danward Services Limited, one of the new and exciting young businesses so beloved and encouraged by the present Government. And in those three short months, her personality and drive had taken her straight into

From Blushes 50, the denouement of the story follows… John Jordan poured himself a large Scotch, the palm of his right hand still tingling from the explosive hand-spanking of young Jane. She was still in her birthday suit, standing by the front windows, hands on her head, her bottom glowing with the results of his handiwork. Somewhere in the distance, in another room of the large house, the sounds of a second punishment could still be heard. The usual surprised squeals of a cheeky young madam having her bottom smacked. It was perhaps Christine, the silly young thing who was the subject of Jordan’s investigations; or possibly the maid, receiving the first sound smacking of her young life. He opened the door, and looked along the passageway towards the kitchens, waiting for the punishment to cease, or at least to pause for a moment. ‘Charles?’ he called. The young man replied, a little breathlessly. ‘Bring the maid in here, please.’

A spanking whodunnit from Blushes 50. The clock in the stableyard had just struck twelve. Inside the old house, the door to the lounge was being opened. Soft bare feet with neatly manicured toes walking slowly but purposefully across the carpet. The hint of shining well-groomed hair lit fleetingly in the low glow of the dying fire. Slim feminine figure bending low over the corner bureau, examining documents in the near-darkness. A file being carried across to the long table, contents being quickly sorted. Eyes more accustomed now to the low light. Slim figure of a nubile young girl. Pretty floral-patterned pyjamas. Vague wafting scent from recently-talcumed body. Intent on her study of private documents. Unaware of the lounge door opening again, silently on well-oiled hinges. Outstretched palm of a hand pressing firmly down on her back, the fingers touching her between her shoulder blades, holding her down against the cold table-t