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A couple of contrasting videos  this week and next,  from different studios and eras but with the same title. First up is a vintage Moonglow offering featuring “Karen” (Jenny Close) and “Debbie”. The Moonglow description: A treatise on the noble art of spanking! Many enthusiasts will, at some time, have cause to discipline both staff and girlfriends/wives. This tape shows how to deal with a secretary and girlfriend, and the different approaches necessary. There are six scenes for each situation, covering hand spanking, the paddle, the tawse, the martinette, the riding crop and the cane. For the secretary, they are used firmly and with great authority. For the girlfriend, their use develops with the relationship. The film is subtitled A Study in Six Parts , those parts being: Part 1 – The Hand and the Slipper: Part 2 – The Paddle: Part 3 – The Strap: Part 4 – The Martinette: Part 5 – The Crop: Part 6 – The Cane:

Story from Janus 39  by R.T. Mason A pleasant tree-lined suburban street in a quiet southern counties town. It is five o’clock on a warm sunny April afternoon and one or two residents are to be seen in their gardens. Indoors most housewives are starting preparations for the evening meal. At Number 27, though, neat and well-kept like all its neighbours, there is no one in the garden and equally no sign of culinary activity inside. Instead the sole occupant is sitting inactive on a sofa in the sitting room. She has a nervous expectant look on her pretty face. Quite frequently she glances at her wristwatch. She is wearing schoolgirl uniform. A dark blue blazer with red piping and a red badge, a red-and-blue striped tie, a short pleated blue skirt. Below the bare knees are neat white knee-socks over shapely calves, and sensible brown strap-over shoes. When standing she is of medium height with a trim but well filled out figure. Her hair is blonde, short cut with a fringe, which sets of

Story from Roué 3. We meet Ossie from  Reverend’s Reverse  again. Lucy had been taken away from home now, and was living with him, so now there would be four. He sat up at the attic window, looking out over the late autumn colours, seeing beyond the almost leafless branches the white walls and red tiles of Fairleigh. Twice a week, so Lucy had said. And now there were four. The sky looked heavy, and sodden with rain. The white walls were luminous against the overcast sky. So that would mean eight. Eight times a week, on average, now that there were four. The rain began to patter, quietly at first, then more insistently, trickling down the small glass panes and distorting the distant image. So that would mean that tonight, perhaps even right now, the probability existed that one of the four might — might be —. Statistically speaking, that was. He filled his pipe from his pouch. The rain trickled down the glass. The rain might have