Room 2D

A film with BDSM aspects Review from spankingfilmreview.com: F/3f; year: 1993; time: 57 minutes A clunky American production; silly Victorian costumes and terrible acting; the lead actress saves the day as her clothes come off. Confusing story (we made the mistake of seeking a plot), but four naked and unusually beautiful ladies. Pretty auburn-haired Prudence, doe-eyed, pale and freckled, is delivered by her Uncle Cyrus Fenwick to the Madame at Miss Bondwell’s Reformatory. Private arrangements are made at this place to straighten out young ladies. It seems they are also given some brothel training, which should make them very entertaining when they return home. ‘Let’s have a look at you.’ ‘I beg your pardon?’ Prudence stammers. ‘Your clothes, get them off… I want to see your bottom.’ Madame (she is played by B&D actress Sharon Kane) rings and sexy maid Felicia appears. Prudence soon strips to just a bustier. Madame is surprised (and so are we) to see she is not wea...

From Uniform Girls 34 After Mr Marks had finished with Jill he told her to go back to her room. He would send up her roommate, Samantha, who would fill Jill in on the general routine etc. The evening meal was at 7.30. At 7 o’clock Jill was to go and see Mr Fitcham who was to be her tutor. ‘Have you got that?’ Mr Marks asked. He had only just finished caning her. Lying over the stool in the Correction Room, her head down almost at floor level, her squirming, desperately-clenching bottom up over the stool. Jill’s introductory caning, which all girls had from Mr Marks as soon as they started their course of Domestic Training. Not because they had done anything at this point but simply because there were starting and had to know what it felt like. Jill knew what it felt like all right as now, still gasping for breath, she struggled the skin-tight shorts up over her humming bottom. She was gasping, with intermittent sobs as well. She...

From Blushes Supplement 6 with Belinda Laine The ‘Hall,’ as Sanderson called it was impeccably clean. Spartan, yes, by which I mean no fitted carpets (except in the Principal’s study and in an adjoining small sitting room thereto which was joyously and optimistically styled a ‘rest room’). The floorboards had a patina of age on them, but were highly polished and with a scattering of mats and thinnish rugs. The windows were large and latticed. Those in my temporary-study-to-be, and in the ‘rest room,’ had venetian blinds. So much quicker wherewith to veil the glass than by drawing curtains. I had six weeks in which — as Sanderson had put it — I could expand my interests. I was down from lecturing in Oxford for that period, anyway, and he was already en route to the Canaries for a holiday, thus leaving me in charge of what he cautiously — but not entirely untruthfully — called a ‘Secretarial Training School.’ The large front doo...

A video with Becky Jordan and Elizabeth Simpson The third in this trilogy of period productions depicts the then popular Victorian practice of attempting character reform, through the liberal use of corporal punishment on young ladies who displayed a loose moral character. It is set within the kind of typical institution to which young ladies of the night, or indeed any young lady of dubious moral conduct may have found herself sent, by a judicial court or even by anxious parents. Little did the authorities suspect that the practices that occurred therein were themselves of even a more dubious nature. The Reformatory is run by a fanatically religious and strict Matron, feeling it her moral duty to try and save the souls of her two wards, Molly and Nell, who have fallen by the wayside in their pursuit of the pleasures of the flesh. They are made to change from their gaudy street attire to more sombre uniforms. They have to attend c...

From Blushes 30 ‘It’s one of those old clothes horse things,’ Arabella had said. ‘You know, Victorian or something. To hang clothes on, for drying I suppose. Anyway that’s what he always uses.’ She had laughed, showing those small even white teeth. ‘And that, Suzie, is why it’s called a  horsing .’ And here it was. In the big bare room, the Dancing Room they called it, though it was mostly used for gym. The room usually empty but now with a leather armchair placed out in front of the empty fireplace. With Major Greeley sitting in the armchair. And in front of Major Greeley, between him and the fireplace, was  it . The horse. A varnished, wooden Victorian monstrosity. Major Greeley looking up from the pad on his lap. The light for an instant catching his spectacles and shining back, making him eyeless. The eyeless man spoke: ‘Ah good, Miss Mellanby. Susan. Close the door. Stay right there. And get undre...