Room 2D

Photo-story from Janus 146 Ian ‘Badger’ Bartholomew’s tail was up — as he hoped the tails of others of a young and feminine kind would literally soon be. Ever since that day when he’d been called from his duties as Science lecturer to a ttend to not one, but three, girl athletes who required rather more than just a ticking off ( Janus 142 ), he had found that form of activity much to his taste. As an ex-boxer and rugby coach, Badger wasn’t one to pussyfoot around. If he wanted something he biffed it on the jaw or picked up the ball and ran for the line. Well, right now his ‘ball’ was spanking, and the ‘line’ was any shapely bottom his hefty palm could get into its sights. Already the word was spreading that if extra-special treatment was required to deal with a transgressor, Badger was your man. Searing as these treatments were, Badger found that friends, colleagues and peers weren’t providing him with enough action. His appetite having been stimulated, he was feeling the need to ...

By Richard Manton from Janus 34. By popular demand, Lesley resumes her disciplinary adventures from  Janus 13  &  21 . The house with the green verandah stood at the end of an elegant late-Georgian terrace, among tree-lined residential streets high above the city. Its classical façade was hidden by the screen of chestnut trees dividing the main road from the crescent of the private terrace-drive. There was nothing to indicate who lived in the house or what use it might be put to. Early on most afternoons several young women would arrive at intervals — never the same young women. Later on, one or two men would follow — never the same men. It was rare to see one of the girls leaving on foot or bicycle. As a rule they were collected by taxi or private car from the front door. The blouses, ties, and short pleated skirts of some of the girls suggested fifth-formers arriving for a lesson in deportment. Others, in...