Room 2D

Short but sweet, from Blushes 26 ‘Oooo?’ Mild sarcasm in his tone. ‘How d’you mean, ‘oooo’? What kind of word is that?’ Well, what could a girl say? ‘Oooo!’ was what you said when those first playful little smacks cupped up under your bottom on bare skin, sizing you up, feeling the bounce in your bum, the nervousness of the cheeks as they flinched in anticipation of what was to come. ‘Hmm?’ Several more lively little spanks, to ginger her up, to make her shivery-legged and short-breathed. ‘D-don’t know —’ she clasps her hands tightly together behind her back. ‘Don’t know? Should have thought about ‘oooo’ before, shouldn’t you? Wouldn’t be in the trouble you  are  in, eh?’ ‘Yes —’ Chilled tits pressing against the table top. Shoes scraping on the gritty floor as she is made to widen her legs a fraction more, his hand hinting against the inside of the very top of a thigh, a cold draught from the broken wind...

From Blushes 40 with Gaynor Gold ‘Would I be correct, Miss Milford, to say that temporary employment, such as you enjoy, is scarce in this town? Positions such as yours almost like gold-dust one could say?’ Mr Vortelli’s English was very good, though at times somewhat flowery. Diane answered nervously, ‘I know that. Yes.’ ‘So in that case, Miss Milford, I do not know why you are so free and easy with your job. Twice now you have been significantly late to start.’ ‘I’m sorry,’ she muttered. Standing before Mr Vortelli in this secluded alcove at the rear of the restaurant. She had been late yesterday and also the day before. Not meaning to, it was that boy she had met. She wasn’t late today, though: the restaurant didn’t open for lunch for another hour. ‘Be there at 11.30 tomorrow, Miss Milford,’ Mr Vortelli had said. ‘Otherwise your employment will terminate immediately. Do you understand?’ Yes, she understood and she was here, o...

Excellent photo story from Janus 32. The label on the large manila envelope said  BALFOUR-COMPTON INTERNATIONAL: MR BALFOUR ONLY . He opened it to take out a typewritten dossier. Miss Sandra Taylor Born 19 March 1965, Chelterfield, Glos. Education: Chelterfield Comprehensive School. Parents: Mr Ronald William Taylor, draughtsman; Mrs Linda Janet Taylor, housewife. In July 1983 ST (then aged 18) came before Chelterfield Magistrates Court where she was found guilty of shoplifting. A young BCI operative, Miss Julie Bradley, was attending the court to note possible suitable subjects for Mr Balfour’s Project and formed the opinion that ST was worth investigating; she accordingly made contact with ST afterwards. Miss Bradley, two years older than ST, was able to gain the latter’s confidence and her opinion that ST was suitable material was soon reinforced. Shortly thereafter ST, who had already left the parental home, was invi...