Room 2D

From Blushes Supplement 22 Annie’s headlong dash across the quadrangle was caused not by lateness, but by the sudden thunderstorm, which had transformed the rather close and humid morning into a close and wet morning. Her visit to the block on the far side of the property had been longer than she had expected, and she had to return there or face the normal penalty. Grabbing the yellow anorak off the peg just inside the service entrance to the main block, she rushed off on her mission, and managed to get back in plenty of time to complete her tasks. It was still raining as she walked over to the main block again, and she hardly heard the shout with the hood up: ‘Oi, you there lass!’ Turning, she could make out the caretaker trotting towards her. ‘What y’doing with my waterproof, then?’ he demanded. ‘Oh I’m sorry Mr Johnson. I didn’t know it was yours. I thought it belonged to someone else. Sorry.’ ‘Not good enough, l...

A second AI enhanced repost of a favourite story. Here is the Mr Balcher story A Ritual Caning . From Blushes Supplement 23, the first part of the Mr Balcher trilogy. Mr Balcher is the archetypal Blushes school caretaker: grubby, furtive, manipulative, dirty-minded, exploitative and — in this case — armed with a tube of Ralgex. Poor Sharon Smithfield… Perhaps the best description of the man is nondescript. There is nothing remarkable about him, nothing noteworthy, unless it were his very nondescriptness. Well, there are his feet, which are certainly larger than the norm: large for his height and build which are very much average. The large feet are in scuffed black shoes; distinctly unpolished. The rest of him is distinctly unpolished too: a rumpled old sports jacket over a not-very-clean, cuff-frayed shirt , and baggy unpressed trousers. Oxfam would kit a man out a lot better than this. The man himself, this nondescript individua...