Room 2D

From Blushes 52. A follow-up to Special Deliveries . The place seems to be deserted. The display window beneath the peeling, weather-beaten lettering pronouncing M.J. Bartling is unlit and if we try the door we will find it locked. This is perhaps not surprising, it is after opening hours, a quarter to six now, and Mr Bartling is not one to contravene shopkeeping regulations. Well, not some of them. The street lights are on of course, at a quarter to six on a late November day, and indeed a rather murky spitting-with-rain one into the bargain. M.J. Bartling is deserted and so is the street outside; but this again is not surprising, no one wants to hang about passing the time of day on this sort of day, they will all be at home thinking about their teas. And furthermore and in any case Great Midgeley, as we know, is no great metropolis, its inhabitants are few in number, their dwellings scattered here and there. But though it may...

From Blushes 24, a follow-up to  Just the Ticket . Linda Marshall gasped. She could scarcely believe the evidence of her own eyes.  He  was standing there, right before her desk. That awful, awful man… the one who had said he had been a Special Ticket Inspector. Linda had often had her doubts about that since that terrible afternoon. When she allowed him to spank her on the train so as to be let off fare-dodging. Even now, three months later, she would still go hot and cold thinking about it. Now there he was again, right before her, smiling a little knowingly. ‘Well, well, this  is  a surprise,’ he said. The thought flashed through Linda’s mind that somehow he had deliberately contrived this. Followed her to find out where she worked. So that he could blackmail her. She was filled with a mixture of fury and fear. ‘What are you doing here?’ she demanded in a stage whisper, even though there was...

Final instalment in the Usherettes saga, from Blushes 11 Regular readers of Blushes will already be familiar with the hapless usherettes at a local theatre in the London suburbs who find themselves on the receiving end of the theatre manager’s range of stinging implements. Some of the girls have been caught taking their revenge on a thieving colleague — administering a sound strapping — and have been summoned for a brisk application of they know not what… ----//---- Terri and Angela, both 18, and Samantha — Sammie to all and sundry — just 16, were understandably nervous at the prospect of being beaten by Roger, the theatre manager. If he had arrived just a few moments later at the programme room where they were giving the repellent Becky her due, they would never have been caught. As it was, there were now only a few minutes left of the show before curtain-down, and that would be closely followed by curtain-up on a considera...