Room 2D

A nice video featuring Michael Dawes and Hayley Russell punishing Lucy Bailey and Tiffany Jones An important wine tasting party has been hastily arranged for Mr Van Driesen’s ‘Fine Wines from the Cape’. Mr Van Driesen’s personal assistant, Lavinia, has appointed two attractive girls to set out the wines in an appealing display and hopefully make his product a winner in the eyes of the trade. Mr Van Driesen has a great passion for his grapes and fine vintages, but his passion for the rod is even greater. When he sees the rather shoddy display that the two girls have put out, he tells Lavinia to come in his office straight away. Lavinia has but one chance of saving her well-paid job and that is to cajole the two appointees to submit to canings from him. Using her powers of persuasion, she soon manages to relieve them of their overcoats for a hand spanking and paddling, preparing their bottoms for the now renowned hard thrashing that...

Photo-story from Janus 166, a follow-up to  Wanton Spirits  from Janus 164 with the radiant Amelia Jane Rutherford. She’s here again, Amelia Green. Climbing the now familiar staircase to the home office of Sir Elias Fortescue. The room that she has visited every week for six months: old-fashioned, over-decorated, over-furnished — and with its very own unique mixed air of promise and menace. She’s come a long way in six months. The clothes are still high street, but city centre now, not local, and the price tags are bigger. One more pay rise and the designers will start to make their presence felt in her wardrobe. She has progressed at work, sideways rather than vertically, but is gaining a solid understanding of the banking world. Her GCSE Grade E French is being supplemented by business-focused language courses in French and German; her data-entry level of computing is evolving into systems management. Miss Amelia Gree...

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...