Room 2D

From Blushes Supplement 26 You could easily mistake him for an Englishman in the immaculate double-breasted navy blazer and razor-sharp trousers — until of course he spoke. His English had a decided accent. He had greeted her in a charming Latin manner and then gone to sit behind his desk in an upholstered swivel chair. Her own chair in front of the desk was wooden, straight-backed. She shifted her bottom uncomfortably on the hard seat. ‘I… can I see the consul? Or… a lawyer…?’ That was what you should do if you got in trouble. She tried to look confident, assured. It was just a small office, no room for much except the desk and chairs. On the corner of the desk a small fan was humming away and produced a little breeze. It was something but not enough to outweigh the fiery Mediterranean sun which outside was beating relentlessly down. She moved her bottom again on the hard wooden seat. Under her thin skirt her knickers were st...

From Blushes 36 She shivered. It wasn’t cold but it didn’t have to be when you were standing there without your dress, or your slip. Her body bare, apart from her shoes. Her shiny, black 3-inch-heeled courts. She took a tentative step to the banister. The large square hall below, empty now for it was Saturday afternoon. No one would be here on Saturday afternoon. No one except… she glanced round. The emptiness was eerie. She had only seen it before during the week when it was full of noisy, jostling students. But now… Another shiver. The soft, bare undersides of her thighs trembling. The woman’s angry, frightening eyes. She could see them. ‘Do you want to be expelled, Miss? Kicked out  this very afternoon?  I can, you know.’ She had thought she was going to. She had been in tears. Pleading. She wasn’t listening, or didn’t seem to be. But finally Mrs Grayfield said it. ‘If I don’t kick you out, Miss, yo...

From Blushes 45 featuring a young Alison Steadman lookalike. Pamel-ah! Her proud breasts stretched tautly and she stared up at her wrists as her arms remained taut in their own act as though saluting the ceiling. Her upper torso was completely naked and the nipples on her tightly posed titties were thrusting like excited stalks from the pinky aureoles. Her high-heeled shoes helped the full expression of her enforced statuesque posture as, with ankles together, she choked back the constant threat to whimper her hopeless helplessness. ‘Are you sure you are stretching your arms as high as you can?’ his voice asked unreasonably. ‘Oh yes sir… I am, I am,’ her voice conveyed her own fear that she might displease him and that would be a situation that Fiona knew she did not want to even think about. Please let me not fail, please, please, she inwardly and constantly prayed. To show him her anxiousness to please at all costs, she tr...

From Uniform Girls 30 She knew there would be trouble. She had glanced towards him, just after the first round of compulsory exercises. He had given her plenty of warnings. Now, the expression on his face said it all. Until now, she had succeeded in escaping his rather unique methods of training. So long as she kept up to standard, practiced well, and maintained that inner discipline. The discipline that controlled her thinking, gave her the power to be strict with herself. There were many temptations in life. A young girl like Julia could become distracted so easily. Eating the wrong sort of food or seeing the wrong sort of boy. Even going to the wrong sort of place. An up and coming athlete needed to accept that her life was no longer her own affair. She now belonged to her trainer. If she obeyed his instructions, success would follow. If she decided to disobey, or simply to let her standards slip… Julia kept on remembering hi...