Room 2D

Story from Blushes 1 The village hall, a wooden building once central to the geography and the needs of the community eighty years before, is now a dilapidated relic left behind by the developments that have taken place around it. It stands alone on an ill-tended plot of land opposite the church and backing on to the George and Dragon, from which it is divided by an ivy-grown fence. At either end its doors are locked and through its dusty windows little of the interior is to be seen in the gathering dusk. On the ridge of the sharply sloped roof a pigeon struts perkily and dips its head to peck at something under a dislodged tile. From a single narrow window, high up under the angle of the peak which confronts the back of the pub, a chink of light shows briefly before it winks out. The pigeon loses interest in whatever is under the loose tile and flaps away to its roost, while high above an aeroplane traces its path across the deep

Photo-story from Uniform Girls 11 The apple store was redolent with the scent of summer. Too sweet and heavy to be pleasant. Yet it was now late Autumn and the apples stood in serried rows upon the benches around the narrow, brick-walled room. In fact, more like a large cupboard than a room. Whitewashed brick; a bare floor. ‘It is the only place I can think of to lock you into, for the moment,’ he had said. ‘Until I decide what to do.’ Janet had never been so frightened before in all her life. What a terrible thing to have happened! If only she could turn the clock back and be the untroubled girl she had been earlier that afternoon. A moment of temptation. A moment of weakness. Whatever would Miss Baxter say? She was her Captain; the head of her Troop. She could almost hear it already. ‘You are a disgrace to the Guides, Janet. An absolute disgrace. And you are dismissed!’ Janet smoothed the navy blue skirt of her uniform.

Story from Uniform Girls 13, the final part of the Alison trilogy following Mr Mascoll’s Playsuit  and  Adventuring . That business on their first camp with Major Folkestone was  truly awful , that man was a  real sadist . None of the three girls had ever been caned before and the ferocious, biting pain was something else, your bottom feeling like it was actually on fire and your brain seeming to want to explode out of your head. Jane who’d got it first, on that Friday evening, was really in a state. ‘I can’t sit down,’ she wailed. But as it was almost 8 o’clock by the time she got back from Major Folkestone’s, Rev Smithers said that anyway they might as well turn in and have an early night. The fact was that Tristram Smithers, although expressing sympathy for Jane and the state of her bottom, was also very much aroused by it. For this reason he had quickly decided to switch plans and have Jane in his tent that night rather than