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Photo-story from Janus 87 featuring Luna Winter Part I Summer in Suburbia. A young woman in trouble. big trouble. Aloof and leggy, dignified, smart; chilled despite the day’s warmth. What is he going to do to her? Perhaps, even now, she could talk her way out. He asked her, told her, to dress ‘revealingly’ when she came to see him today — a jibe at her feminist principles? ‘Espionage,’ he said it was. Clearly he is not as inept as she thought him. My God, a worm like that! Boss or no boss, at every turn she has let him know exactly what she thought of him. Now this! Raven hair bobbing, red lips set, she reaches his house door. It stands ajar. She hesitates, remembering with chagrin what has brought her to this point. ‘Miss Amaro!’ he rapped one morning last week. No ‘excuse me, Loretta’. Had the worm turned? ‘The copy you made of that classified investment document when you thought, incorrectly, that I was out of the o...

A couple of nice vintage films featuring the same cockney model, Julia. The Training of Julia Following a complaint from a client the full-bodied Julia is summoned by her employer. Julia’s excuses and general attitude are a cause for concern and it quickly becomes apparent that Julia needs a refreshment course in taking orders without question or refusal as well as general humility. With stoic determination this is begun immediately. A sharp hand spanking is followed by multiple canings and Julia’s humiliation is compounded by having to assume several revealing and embarrassing positions which reveal every inch of her full bottom and most intimate female areas. As Julia’s training continues over several days at one point the original complainant is able to listen on the phone as Julia is caned severely by her strict and totally dominating female employer. Finally as her backside burns with pain she is made to apologize for her dis...

From Blushes Supplement 28, a treat  —  a great story illustrated with lots of pictures of two gorgeous girls. This story was referenced by New Moral Order in a comment . It is late autumn, the leaves have fallen from all except the very latest trees and there is a cold wind in the air as the little Mini pursues its steady way along the narrow lane. At this time of year even though it is mid-afternoon the sun, which on this dull day is hidden by cloud, is already low in the sky. Great Midgeley is said by some to be named for the swarms of small insects which can hover annoyingly on summer evenings but at least there is not that problem in late November. Great Midgeley is one of those scattered rural villages, a few houses huddled together here and then some way along a lane will be found a couple more. The village extends in this way over several square miles though it boasts no more than perhaps 15 dwellings. If it has...