Room 2D

Photo-story from Janus 35 The scene was a large block of flats in the more affluent part of London’s West End. On the seventh and top floor the nine-feet-wide corridor was almost deserted. Almost but not quite. At the far end, silhouetted against the soft glow of a pseudo-Regency standard lamp crouched the figure of an elderly man whose features were entirely obscured by a black Homburg hat. The collar of his expensive Astrakhan fur coat was turned up and completed a sinister anonymity which was enhanced by the ominous posture. For ten minutes the man did not bodily move. Occasionally though, his eyelashes flickered. This movement was not caused by the abnormality of his posture but by the discomforting draught which came from the keyhole that was in close proximity to his eye. The subjects of the peeping eye were two 20-year-old girls who found their very presence in the rather bare room excitingly amusing. Andrea and Josie had...

From Janus 19 with some nice Paula Meadows illustrations, including a couple I’ve “borrowed” from the story Miss Grey (which I’m unlikely to post as it has a primarily F/M theme). We received this female reader’s story accompanied by the letter printed below. As the writer did not give her full address we are treating MISS JOHNS as an anonymous fantasy based on personally experienced realities, and we therefore withhold the surname she gave. Dear Sir, I was introduced to your magazine by my current boyfriend, who likes to spank me. I have enclosed a little story that I have written, in response to your invitations to contributors. It is loosely based on my own experiences when I was a schoolgirl not too many years ago. I went to a girls’ Church of England Secondary School. The Headmistress had a caning stool, over which we had to bend when we got caned. The school used the cane rather a lot, probably something to do with sparing the rod and spoiling the child. We were automatical...