Room 2D

A Cindy Ireland video, the sequel to Mistress Tara's Finishing School That naughty little troublemaker, Cindy Ireland, is at it again! We won't even tell you what she's done this time, but it has landed her in ‘the Cage!’ There she must sit and think about her wicked ways, awaiting her punishment. And Miss Carrie is the one to give it! The beautiful Miss Carrie is a stern Headmistress who believes in ‘hands on’ discipline for her wayward girls when they deserve it and Cindy surely does. Even now, confronted by her Headmistress, she is sassy and defiant. Miss Carrie has no choice! Cindy must be subjected to a severe spanking! Panties down! Carrie's firm hands and inventive punishments cause Cindy to squeal, kick, wriggle, and eventually plead for mercy. But the caning, paddling, and spanking goes on and on. Perhaps this time her red bottom will remind Cindy to behave!

By Andrew Grantham from Janus 160 Wendy Baker, the Principal of St Priscilla’s, surveyed the just-bared bottom of the attractive eighteen-year-old bent over in front of her. It was a delectably full bottom, perfectly ripe for the punishment which deservedly awaited it. The vale dividing the succulently-rounded buttocks was long and deep. Excellently-sculpted thighs supported Sophie Smith’s luscious rear. The short-haired, blonde girl’s peach-shaped sex cleft was blatantly exposed due to her feet being planted some distance apart. Some of St Priscilla’s delinquents tried, in vain, to conceal their intimate treasure, but Sophie Smith had never attempted to do so. It was her third caning. Miss Baker; an attractive, highly-qualified, young woman wondered whether the girl would ever mend her ways. Sophie had become, very much, a disruptive influence at St Priscilla’s. As Wendy shuffled into position behind the girl, she briefly...

A photo-story from Blushes 81 with Jane Williams. Fairfield Sixth Form College for Girls was small and largely residential. It occupied a rambling Victorian country mansion in rural Hertfordshire, several miles from the nearest village and further still from anything that might answer to the description of a town. It was comfortable, the house having been converted to reasonably modern standards, and it had lovely grounds, but it was undeniably isolated. This was not a problem for day girls, driven in each morning and correspondingly home again in the afternoon, but there were only one or two of these. For the other twenty-odd girls Fairfield’s isolation could be a problem. Miss Singleton, the principal, was not keen on girls having passes out. Not when, whatever the reason given, the requester of the pass would undoubtedly be meeting a young male or even an older male. Because girls weren’t sent to Fairfield to be out with males,...