Room 2D

From Uniform Girls 3 ‘Do you have any idea how much fuel a fifty ton tank uses on a twenty mile cross country journey? Eh, do you?’ She hadn’t, she said, and her tits pressed wilfully against her jacket and made the buttons pull. ‘Let alone an entire battalion, sent off on a wild-goose chase across Salisbury Plain —’ She’d said she was sorry, she mumbled resentfully, and her bottom plumped out her skirt, and he paced around his civil servant’s office, around her, and then he sat down in case she should notice how much the thought of spanking her had aroused him. ‘Wilful neglected duty,’ he said. ‘An ability to communicate simple messages accurately, I should have thought, is hardly too much to expect of someone in the Royal Corps of Signals.’ Her pretty face pinkened with embarrassment; she almost pouted, too, which made him want to spank her the more. ‘Were it not for the fact that your uncle is c

This summary is not available. Please click here to view the post.

This summary is not available. Please click here to view the post.

This summary is not available. Please click here to view the post.

From Uniform Girls 1, the very definition of a well-filled pair of knickers. If we go by the tee-shirt, then it would appear this unnamed girl is one of the crew of T.S. Viceroy .  ‘The gel’s a trumpeter, isn’t she, petty officer?’ ‘Not exactly sir. In the Naval Cadet Corps we call them buglers.’ ‘Do you indeed?’ The Brigadier, on his Ministry-approved tour of inspection, eyed the tall blonde ‘bugler’ and thought she would do very nicely. ‘Could you arrange for me to have her as my stick man, petty officer?’ ‘Yes sir,’ said the P.O. ‘although we call them messengers.’ ‘Indeed!’ said the Brigadier. ‘That’s what I call a nice pair of buttocks,’ thought the Brigadier. ‘Firm and plump and whippable. Wonder what they’d call a bum like that in the Naval Cadet Corps.’ ‘In the Army, my gel, we’d say you didn’t know your instrument,’ declared the Brigadier, when the girl had given him a private demonstration of her lack of techni

From Uniform Girls 14 (also published as Into the Storm in New Blushes 2.23) Naval Instructor Eric Ponsonby studied the latest communication from the Ministry for a second time. He was, to say the least, rather irked by it. Were they going soft in the Youth Service Section at the Home Office? It certainly appeared so. As head of a Remedial Training Centre, he certainly didn’t consider that a maximum of nine strokes of the cane in any day could be properly termed ‘remedial’. Admittedly, at the small Coastguard Station of which he was in charge, he was used to having a pretty free hand. Certainly a freer one than if he had been attached to one of the larger Naval Centres. Before now he’d given a girl conscript 24 strokes in a day and thought nothing of it. She, on the other hand, thought quite a lot of it, of course! His kind of Centre was  meant  to be tough. Girls sent there had been trying to buck the system… and an ordinary Tr