Room 2D

Story by R.T. Mason from Janus 41 Jill Fairfield gazed up at the tree with its pale green leaves shimmering in the sun. Seeing only the leaves and branches she could almost be back in England. Except it wasn’t an English tree but a Spanish one. Suddenly the foliage was blocked out by the face of Carmen leaning over her. A darkly pretty Spanish face. With black eyes flashing in amusement she repeated in her very good English what she had just said. ‘It is true, Jill. Of course we get caned at school.’ She laughed. ‘Also I can tell you that  you  will get it too when you come to my school. That is for sure. Because our Señor Guerrero makes sure he canes all the big girls and certainly he will not want to miss out with this beautiful English visitor.’ Jill produced a nervous smile. Quite possibly Carmen was joking. It was a bright sunny May morning and they were in the garden of Carmen Ortega’s house in a small town in southe

Story from Janus 49. Final part of the Balcombe Manor trilogy by R.T. Mason following  Behind High Walls part 1  and  Behind High Walls part 2 . ‘Hello Annabel!’ The voice on the phone was instantly recognisable.  Mrs Blackett .  Annabel Filton felt an alarmed prickling of her skin.  Mrs Blackett… of Balcombe Manor. ‘This is Sylvia Blackett, Annabel. Could I speak to your husband, please?’ Yes, the deep, smoothly modulated tones were unmistakable. How could Annabel ever forget.  Stand please, Annabel. Remove your skirt and then lower your knickers. Gillman will give you…  Looking back it all seemed like a dream: that timeless life behind the high enclosing walls, at times a dreamlike tranquillity but at short intervals the tranquillity abruptly broken by the attentions of Mr Gillman or any one of those visiting gentlemen — or by Mrs Blackett herself. All wielding the cane. All for the purpose of inculcating submissiveness an