Room 2D

From Blushes 29 The visitor is naturally curious. He glances back at the girl in front of the fireplace in the draughty hall as the caretaker pilots him through a double half-glazed door and says, ‘Mr Evans’ office is the second door on the right, sir.’ The girl hears the visitor say ‘Thank you’ in a cultured voice and then the caretaker’s stare is on her as he comes back across the hallway. His pink, podgy face thrusts itself close to hers; he looks straight into her eyes from twelve inches away as he slides his hands from her waist up her ribs, pushing her top up until one tit, then the other, bounces out underneath. The girl blushes and nips at her lip, then squeaks plaintively as her nipples are tweaked in turn between finger and thumb. ‘I dare say he’ll deal with you when ‘is visitor’s gone, Miss. ‘Til then you’ll just ‘ave to wait, won’t you?’ A fat finger strokes between her thighs, then a gentle nudge makes he...

From Blushes 79 ‘Well, how are things, Angela. Settling in alright? I expect you are.’ Angela said a nervous ‘Yes sir.’ She was standing in front of the Head’s desk in his beautiful oak-panelled study where barely two weeks ago she had come for an interview with her mother. An interview in which Mr Kimbell had calmly raised the subject of discipline. It had meant nothing then of course, because Mr Kimbell hadn’t gone into any details. Probably he never did, not at interviews. Not to mothers. It was only when you were here that you found out what discipline at Stonleigh School meant. It meant, unbelievably, getting your bare bottom strapped. After you had had to take all your clothes off. It could also mean the cane… also on your bare bottom. ‘Good. That’s very good.’ Mr Kimbell’s keen eyes were taking her in. Eyeing Angela’s figure in the form-fitting grey skirt and pale blue blouse. Had Mr Perrett discussed yesterday aftern...