Room 2D

From Februs 16, the first episode of a serial by Anthony Vallance beautifully illustrated by Paula Meadows Cherri sat on the edge of her chair as her new employer, Mr Victor J. Smedley, pored over her references and papers. His gruff, self-made features showed no signs of being impressed, the stony expression on his face was pure Yorkshire granite. Finally he looked up, thick grey eyebrows gathered up on his furrowed brow. ‘Book learning,’ he stated, his voice nothing but contempt. ‘But I graduated first on my course,’ Cherri started to explain, suddenly hurt that her achievements were being dismissed so lightly. ‘Aye, that’s right, you came top in your class, so you’re good at book learning,’ he conceded, ‘but it’s books all the same.’ ‘Yes, Mr Smedley,’ she agreed, sighing resignedly. ‘When I were a lad,’ Mr Smedley told her, standing up and walking over to the window, ‘things were different.’ ‘Yes, Mr Smedley,’ Cherri murmured softly. ‘There were no book learning for us

Story by Delany Silver from Februs 2 Oh dear! Flossie Jenkins looked down at the ledger in the kitchen and blanched. Her heart beat fast in her satin-clad bosom as she studied the pencil-written list. The ledger was full of misdemeanours, her misdemeanours — any one of them worthy of a thrashing from her mistress’s fair, white hand. It’s not right! thought Flossie in anguish.  She tried so hard to be a good girl, but Madam Woo was so exacting and strict. The slightest fall from grace meant a spanking. Or a strapping. Or a caning or the dreaded, so dreaded birch rod. As she ran her finger down the roster of sins, Flossie felt her plump bottom glowing already; with a ghostly burning hotness that reminded her of her last chastisement.  A slippering for ‘making free’ with the young ladies of the Academy, all topped off with a barehanded spanking for carelessly letting Madam Woo hear her speak the dreaded nickname. Mrs Aurelia Wool