Room 2D

By DH from Februs 21, with some lovely Paula Meadows illustrations Chairs are for sitting on, I know, but there is no doubt that if you are sitting on an armless chair, then there should be, spread across your knees, some bare-bottomed supplicant who has well-deserved the spanking you are about to deliver. She may not  think  she has deserved it, but, nevertheless that is why she will be there and why you are sitting on a wooden chair in the middle of the room so that there is ample room for kicking legs and flailing arms. Even in so simple a matter as a childish spanking over the knees, though, there are finer points to consider. Should she be stripped completely before you pull her over your lap? Should she simply have to pull her knickers down and, if so, should she do this herself or would you prefer to attend to this task? Should she be made to lie across your knee of her own accord? Should she have to stand betwee...

A double-bill from the American Spanking Classics series. Debbie’s Lesson — Miss Jean, the tennis coach, has summoned Debbie to her side angered she is daydreaming about being with her boyfriend instead of concentrating on her tennis lesson. Miss Jean insists that Debbie will learn some lessons today regardless of her attitude, and demands that she get in her car for a drive to her house. It is there that Debbie receives some deserved punishment and ends up with a few more strokes than the original tennis game had ever incurred! Painful Memories — You will rub your bottom too when we take a walk down memory lane with Debbie. We watch her early years when her mother gave her a sound thrashing on her naughty bottom. Then on to boarding school where they never spared the rod. Her bottom burns and turns crimson red as each new assault on the round globes takes its toll. Review from www.spreview.net : Starring Ona Zee, Debbie and ...

From Blushes Supplement 19 Mr Peters studied his daughter’s deep clear blue eyes and then shook his head in disbelief. ‘Are you sure? He did what?’ Cheryl repeated her accusation. ‘He came into my cubicle, daddy… and put his arms around my…’ Her mother had been busying herself in the kitchen but her daughter’s words had put paid to the housework, at least for the time being. ‘This is very serious,’ said Mr Peters. ‘Very serious indeed.’ It was time for Cheryl to leave for work. She slipped her anorak over her shoulders, picked up her shoulder-bag and checked she had her car keys. ‘Anyway. I’ll see you tonight.’ She gave her mother a quick kiss on the cheek and went on her way. ‘I’m amazed at old Mason. Really I am.’ Peters told his wife. ‘After all, he’s been attendant at the baths for years. Good grief. I think he was there when I was a lad.’ Peters also had to get to work. He put his arm round his wife’s shoulders. ‘Don’t worry, love. I’ll get to the bottom of this. I’ll give you a...

From Roué 18. The rather nice main gallery is at the end of this (somewhat unconnected) story. After a few weeks in Paris Julie-Anne realised she’d never been so happy at any time in her life as she was now, living as an English au pair with Monsieur et Madame Loiseau. She loved the little room they’d given her in their luxurious second floor apartment near the Opera; she could look out of the window of this pretty dark blue room with its heavy velvet curtains and ornate oval mirror and antique furniture and drink in the marvellously  different  atmosphere of these attractive streets. She had grown very fond of the Loiseaus’ two-year-old daughter, whom she had to look after, and although placed  in loco parentis  her employers seemed more like her friends. They were cultured, intelligent, sophisticated people, a far cry from her own parents; they paid her a good wage, bought her clothes and small presents, ...