Room 2D

A photo-story by Julie Holmes from Februs 17 It had been a long day and there were still at least three hours to go. Prunella Simmons had arrived at the tea rooms at seven as usual to start preparing the basic items for the day. Then there had been the breakfast rush (why didn’t these people stay at home and have cornflakes like any civilised being would do?) followed by the genteel lady shoppers arriving for elevenses which, in turn, were followed by the usual motley crowd at lunchtime. The two part-timers had helped to clear the debris and then left for the day and it would be a good half-hour before the Canadian student arrived to assist with the afternoon cream teas. Pru was exhausted and the chaise-longue standing guard in front of the curtained boundary between public tea-room and the private living quarters of the proprietor was just too inviting. She plumped a cushion and stretched out for a quick break with a magazine a...

From Blushes 37. I may have mentioned before that I'm rather fond of this model, with her dodgy 1980's perm. The girl goes silently out of the drawing room with the tea trolley, her high heels sinking softly into the deep carpet. A pretty girl with dark curling hair and a neat figure in her little black maid’s uniform. The eyes of the attractive blonde woman sitting on the settee follows her appraisingly. ‘She seems a willing little thing, Susan,’ she observes to her hostess. Susan Mallamby says, ‘Yes. Willing enough. She’s not had much experience of course.’ The blonde woman, who is tall and in her thirties and called Muriel Worthing, says, ‘But you’re working on her. Her training.’ Susan Mallamby, less tall than her visitor and younger, says, ‘Oh yes.’ ‘The cane? Have you caned her yet? Or perhaps a strap?’ Susan gives a quizzical look, then smiles. ‘No. I can’t say I have. Well I don’t know that she actually n...