Room 2D

Story by Delany Silver from Februs 2 Oh dear! Flossie Jenkins looked down at the ledger in the kitchen and blanched. Her heart beat fast in her satin-clad bosom as she studied the pencil-written list. The ledger was full of misdemeanours, her misdemeanours — any one of them worthy of a thrashing from her mistress’s fair, white hand. It’s not right! thought Flossie in anguish.  She tried so hard to be a good girl, but Madam Woo was so exacting and strict. The slightest fall from grace meant a spanking. Or a strapping. Or a caning or the dreaded, so dreaded birch rod. As she ran her finger down the roster of sins, Flossie felt her plump bottom glowing already; with a ghostly burning hotness that reminded her of her last chastisement.  A slippering for ‘making free’ with the young ladies of the Academy, all topped off with a barehanded spanking for carelessly letting Madam Woo hear her speak the dreaded nickname. Mrs Aurelia Wool

Story from Janus 35 by R.T. Mason with lovely illustrations by Paula Meadows ‘I just hope you see one you like,’ said Mrs Greenaway, smiling across the breakfast table at her husband. Henry Greenaway, in his fifties like his wife and like her quite ordinary-looking, put the official letter down with a look of satisfaction. It stated that there was a consignment of maids coming through Southwood on the train on Monday next; that four of them were as yet unassigned to homes, and that Mr Henry Greenaway’s name was now at the top of the Maid Assignment List in the Southwood area. Mrs Miriam Greenaway had a look of satisfaction too, for Henry had been growing noticeably ill-tempered and snappy just lately and it had been getting on Miriam Greenaway’s nerves a little. The trouble was that Henry was used to having a maid and it was now all of three weeks since the last one, Rose, had left. In a way of course it was Henry’s own fault because he did tend to change maids rather frequentl