Room 2D

What a treat August is turning out to be. After Culver’s magnum opus last week, we have the great pleasure of a new illustrated story by Darcy. She was on the verge of tears already, as Mr Newman hustled her along the hallway from the examination room. ‘But sir… I didn’t… Oh sir it wasn’t mine… Sir I would never… Please sir, please listen…’ ‘Quiet you miserable wretch. Cheating. In plain sight. And you of all people.’ ‘But sir, I didn’t. I don’t need to… I’ve studied so hard… Sir please don’t…’ ‘Cheating AND lying. You were really are a disgusting little wretch, aren’t you Hampton?’ Chiding her as they headed to the room, he already felt the stirring of excitement in his loins. He had many times dreamt of this moment. Susan Hampton. To have such a pretty, shy, well-behaved young girl, flustered and embarrassed and still protesting her innocence, finally in his clutches. To have irrefutable proof of her wrongdoing. To have...

A welcome return by Darcy She was sobbing uncontrollably by the time he finished. Admiring his handiwork he felt a twinge of… what was it exactly? Guilt? He had got rather carried away. He’d promised 24 strokes after a long hard spanking and he must have given her 50. Her little botty was such an irresistible target, and her wriggling and jiggling and crying and pleading had got him worked up to a state of considerable excitement. But of course it was the only way to get through to headstrong young girls like Donna. And now he gave a loving hug and listened while she blubbered out her apology. He pressed himself against her and gained some momentary relief as she pushed back against his unyielding erection. What a good girl. And then, just like that, the guilt was gone. ‘I’m not quite sure we are finished after all, Donna. I think I might take you to my quarters. I think a little more spanking is required, perhaps the belt. ...

A warm welcome back to Darcy

Molly had been excited to stay with her Grandpa for Christmas while her mum went away with her new boyfriend. She didn’t like him at all. But Grandpa insisted she should earn her keep with house duties and she was a lazy girl. So he punished her. Her bum and thighs had been different shades of red since the moment she arrived. But this was the worst. Grandpa had been to the pub with his friend Eric and came home to find Molly had forgotten to get their dinner ready. So Eric helped Grandpa undress her, and he held her arms tightly behind her back with his rough hands. Then Grandpa whipped her breasts with his belt. She cried and pleaded and struggled but they just kept going. ‘Let’s take her upstairs,’ said Eric. ‘It will be easier to hold her still on your bed.’ Indeed.

In the heyday of spanking magazines there were often standalone pieces of spanking artwork in addition to the story illustrations. The most obvious example being the Contents page of Janus but there were plenty of other examples. These drawings often told a whole story in themselves. First up here are some small cartoons that were featured in the corner of the back cover of the first four Roué issues, so may well have been overlooked by many readers. They have a great cheeky sense of humour to them. From Roué 1, an eskimo family warm themselves around the recently toasted bottom of the daughter of the family. From Roué 2, granny finds a use for her granddaughter’s sprawling legs, while grandpa teaches her an old-fashioned lesson. From Roué 3, a schoolmaster is shocked by how many pairs of pants this miscreant has tried to get away with wearing. Finally, from Roué 4, a father is interrupted whilst using a dog lead to punish his...

The card read: ‘Darling Annabelle. Because it’s your birthday you get to choose which order I use the canes in. And now you are sixteen I have an extra little something for you. Well, maybe not that little.’

 

The spanking had gone on for nearly 20 minutes now. Tilly was sobbing and howling, tears streaming from her eyes, hands frantically grabbing at anything within reach. She bucked and squirmed and wriggled on Eric’s lap, her desperate movements adding to the considerable pleasure he was feeling already. ‘Come along girl,’ he said between hard smacks on her deliciously red bottom. ‘Let’s be having the truth shall we? I can keep doing this all evening if need be.’ Part of him hoped she would continue protesting her innocence. He had found Tilly and Violet behind the church, whispering and giggling to each other. When confronted they said they had been told to wait there after choir practice because the Reverend wanted to speak to them in his office. They were in an excitable state because during the practice session they had been told that the choir had been accepted into the Inter-Parish Choir Challenge and it seemed more than likely they would be travelling to London for the finals. Th...

‘I found the cane old boy, Silly little thing had tried to hide it in with her hockey stick! That deserves another 12 at least I think.’

‘Come along now Vicky. On your knees and hold Mr Jones’ hands. It was his window you smashed so it’s only fair he gets a good look at you while I cane that naughty little bottom of yours. And if you ask him nicely he might agree to let you off a few strokes…’

A story with an illustration from Darcy The weekends were always Cyril's favourite time of the weekend. Unsurprisingly, Violet, his young niece, felt differently. Since she’d come to stay with her uncle while her mother ‘got better’, which was how the family referred to her occasional visits to the rehab clinic, she had grown to dread the end of the week. On school nights she would receive the occasional spanking. But, on Friday, Cyril cleared the evening so that he might properly administer the corrective discipline a wayward young girl like Violet needed. After dinner at 6.30 she would be sent to shower and make herself presentable, before meeting in the lounge at 7.30, hair neatly brushed, a modicum of makeup permitted and in her school uniform. Cyril would lecture her as to the dangers of drink and drugs. The lecherous desires of young men. The temptations that a girl’s own physical cravings created. All this while she squirmed and wriggled over his lap as he spanked her te...

‘Come on. Show us how you do it you little slut.’

The club members ensure that the new waitress’s first night is a memorable one

Reverend White gives generously of his time to make sure the girls in the choir stay focused

Back by popular demand... The Reverend White could never be accused of sparing the rod