Room 2D

A final batch of full-page drawings by Hardcastle from Janus. Firstly, from Janus 85 this is  Executive Sweet : From Janus 100 (it also featured in Privilege Club 10), here is a festive offering entitled  God Rest Ye Merry Gentlemen . I wonder whether Hardcastle intended to give the girl quite such a chubby arse — it isn’t his usual preference — or whether the woodcut technique is to blame. Wherever/whenever these gentlemen live, this society clearly prioritises the chastisement of young ladies. For the young ladies’ own benefit I’m sure. And lastly, here we have  Feminine Deportment  from Janus 105. I think this might be my favourite — in my formative years I used to find the legend of finishing schools drilling their charges by making them walk with books on their head curiously erotic and this picture absolutely fulfils those fantasies with those wonderfully strict-looking instructors.

More full-page drawings by Hardcastle from Janus. Firstly, this one from Janus 60 entitled  Pretty as a Picture : Also from Janus 60 this is  Tailpiece : Finally, from Janus 80, is  Pastoral Toil . Nicely understated, the connection to spanking lies largely in the glint in the farmer’s eyes and what he is holding in his hand.

More orphaned artwork, this time some full-page drawings by Hardcastle that featured in mid-range Janus. Beautifully drawn, these are largely self-explanatory so I shan’t labour the message. Firstly, this one from Janus 47, billed as ‘a Christmas treat’ entitled  The Cult : Next, from Janus 55, is  Yearning : And finally for this week, from Janus 57 (‘a heart-warming winterscape’) is  Whispering Snowflakes :

By regular correspondent and poet M.B. of Grimsby from Janus 58 On the first day of Christmas, my true love gave to me, A paddling on my little derriere. On the second day of Christmas, my true love gave to me, Two smarting cheeks, And a paddling on my little derriere. On the third day of Christmas, my true love gave to me, Three tearful tannings, Two smarting cheeks, And a paddling on my little derriere. On the fourth day of Christmas, my true love gave to me, Four blushing bums, Three tearful tannings, Two smarting cheeks, And a paddling on my little derriere. On the fifth day of Christmas, my true love gave to me, Five burning bots, Four blushing bums, Three tearful tannings, Two smarting cheeks, And a paddling on my little derriere. On the sixth day of Christmas, my true love gave to me, Six stripes a-sizzling, Five burning bots, Four blushing bums, Three tearful tannings, Two smarting cheeks, And a paddling on my little derri...

Story by R.T Mason from Janus 42 The subway station was ultra-modern, spacious, brightly lit, and of course spotlessly clean. A far cry from the London Underground or the New York Subway, with not a sign of graffiti marring the sparkling walls. For naturally here in this Socialist State no one would be so antisocial as to wish to deface public property. And if by some faint chance someone did he would only do it once. A clean new train drew quietly in, its doors sliding smoothly open. From the first two compartments came a party of teenagers, 16- to 18-year-olds, laughing and chattering but at the same time orderly and well behaved. Socialist youth, disciplined and self-disciplined; no London punks here. There were perhaps 20, all in casual summer clothes, the boys in open-necked shirts and shorts, the girls in blouses and skirts or light dresses. They all carried rucksacks. There was an excited buzz for the school year had just...