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Another five illustrations from the Contents pages of Janus magazine by Paula Meadows. From Janus 33. A Scottish father administers an al fresco tawsing to his daughter. From Janus 34. A mother applies discipline with a ruler to two naughty bottoms while father looks on sternly. I’m not sure the attempt to show a ‘pancaking’ effect on the buttocks has worked very well here. From Janus 35. He’s administered a sound caning in her bedroom and now has a contemplative (almost post-coital) cigarette while he ponders what to do next. From Janus 36. Those knickers are about to be yanked up tight before a caning from an unusual angle is applied. From Janus 37. ‘Come on, girl. Let the dog see the rabbit.’ She isn’t at all happy about having to take her knickers down — is the Head really allowed to make her do that? And what a lovely plump bottom, I can’t imagine that tiny skirt covers much of it.

From Janus 40 The Huntswoman and the Debutante  which appeared in  Janus 33  proved to be an extremely popular photo-fantasy. Largely this was due to the delectable girl who played the part of Deborah. Seldom have we seen such a superb assembly of feminine attributes and our readers have told us so — in numerous letters! Naturally we couldn’t ignore public opinion, so we commanded her return. Here is the result: a few more photographs and an interview which in many ways… is different! JANUS:  How old are you? DEBORAH: 20. JANUS:  And unlike the ‘English rose’ role in which we cast you, you are in fact German? DEBORAH: That’s right. JANUS:  What did you feel like as you prepared for the photographic session for Janus 33? Were you nervous, apprehensive? DEBORAH: Neither of those. I was excited. JANUS:  Excited in what way? DEBORAH: About doing something different. Because I ha...

Photo-story from Janus 33 It was an oppressive day at the height of an English summer. Cabbage whites fluttered by on leaden wings, their delicate membranes battling against the still air and clogging humidity. Even the cheery sparrows were silent, unable to continue the chirpy chit-chat they had started so optimistically at the crack of dawn. All living creatures in the vicinity of Spencer Hall were sensibly restricting their movements to the quest for moisture. All living creatures that is, except Deborah Spencer-Smythe. Picking flowers was something that Deborah did a great deal. Spencer Hall often resembled the Chelsea Flower Show when Deborah was at home, in fact Sir William Spencer-Smythe was often sure that there were more flowers in the Hall than there were in the grounds. Truly, he was beginning to despair of the girl. She was 18 years of age, academically bright but with a mind that in all other respects seemed to be p...