Room 2D

Another AI enhanced repost of a favourite story. Here is the Mr Dupont story Andante Con Brio  from Blushes 2. ‘What you need, my girl, is a little re-education in the art of applying yourself whole-heartedly to your work. Don’t you agree, Rosalind?’ ‘Yes, Daddy.’ Rosalind fumbled surreptitiously at her knickers, lodged between her knees where they had slithered as a result of her struggles across his lap. She had been trying to find a convenient moment to retrieve them, but each time she had stooped forward so that she could reach he had fixed her with that calculating stare he had that could freeze both action and intent, so menacing was the gleam in his eyes. Again he intercepted her attempted retrieval of that insubstantial token of a girl’s modesty, and hesitantly Rosalind straightened up, blanching and feeling her bottom tremble nervously. ‘What’s the matter, bottom getting chilly?’ ‘N-no, Daddy.’ She avoided the tr...

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From Uniform Girls 7 She is gone now, my blonde, slim-legged, English rose who turned out to be not at all the innocent I had first thought. Not innocent, in fact rather knowing and not at all unwilling. A true delight. Mr Bartingly, that next door neighbour, had done a very effective job. Yes, Miranda and her mother have returned to the dank shores of England, Miranda with, I fear, no great improvement in her skill on the flute. Still I did my best, in musical terms as in other ways and I think I can say I taught that young Miss a thing or two. I would now be feeling her absence more and indeed for two whole days I was quite bereft but then, as can happen when the fortunes smile, a rapturous replacement appeared right out of the blue. A Scottish lass. Not at all unlike Miranda as it happens, she could well be another English rose except for that decided burr in her speech. Fiona and her mother are from Edinburgh, the metropol...