Room 2D

Five more illustrations by Hardcastle from the Contents pages of Janus magazine. From Janus 98 . Pleasure and pain. From Janus 99. Checking herself out. From Janus 100 . Sweet dreams. From Janus 101 . Deportment lessons. From Janus 102 . Double date.

From Janus 162 Tell us a little about yourself. I’m a 28-year-old graduate from a respectable middle-class background. Sunday school and Girl Guides kind of thing. If I could dispense with modesty a moment I’m intelligent ambitious and successful. I hold a senior position at a well-known merchant bank in the City. I also have an evening job — I meet gentlemen who punish me in return for ‘pocket money’! I was introduced to  Janus  a few years ago and had read the contacts section in  Privilege . It took me ages but I plucked up the courage to place a contact ad in myself. I had lots of nice letters from CP enthusiasts. Finally, I replied and went out and met people and that’s where it all started. When did you discover your interest in CP? Well, I didn’t realise until I was about 13. I know some people always ‘know’ or ‘knew’ when they were seven but it was much later for me. I can’t actually remember a precis...

Five more illustrations by Hardcastle from the Contents pages of Janus magazine. From Janus 93 . Self-cropping. From Janus 94 . “Faster, or you’ll get a touch of the cat!” From Janus 95 . Staying late for the boss. From Janus 96 . The new outfit. From Janus 97 . Punishment for wearing an indecently short skirt to the office.

Photo-story by Stephen Sims from Janus 109 featuring Luna Winter reprising the character of Loretta Amaro . ‘What’s it like to be an old man, Rob? Bloody hell — forty!’ Rob Scott grinned grimly. Some birthday party this was turning out to be — three mates from a pop group and bottled beer. Forty! He should’ve been prime minister by now, or an astronaut. Oh for a woman, especially one whose arse he could smack. Good at that, Rob was. Sometimes he thought it was all he was good at. ‘What’s happened to this girl then, Justin?’ said Wayne, bass guitarist of the group, relubricating his tonsils with another swig. ‘Prat!’ roared Norman the drummer. ‘It’s supposed to be a surprise.’ ‘Girl?’ Rob’s interest quickened. ‘What girl?’ Justin, lead singer and lyrics, sighed. ‘Okay, since blabber-mouth here’s coughed it out, I’ve ordered a strip-o-gram for you, tits and all, you lucky bastard.’ He stood up and looked at his watch. ...