Room 2D

From Uniform Girls 27 ‘Sally! Come in here!’ She scuttled into the office, her heartbeat already rising. ‘This is a telex from Mr Marshall; and he is very annoyed!’ Sally pursed her lips. She couldn’t think why Mr Marshall should have been in touch… about her. What on earth had she done wrong now? ‘You remember that conference call to New York, yesterday afternoon?’ Sally nodded. It had been her last major job of the day. ‘What happened at the end of it?’ Sally suddenly remembered. The call had lasted ages, and she had slipped out to make some coffee; then Mr Jones in Personnel had seen her in the corridor about a file; and after that… well… it had been time to go home… ‘You left the line open, didn’t you? And open it remained until the International Operator rang Head Office to check!’ Sally’s manager stood up, and briskly cleared his desk-top, collecting the paperwork and placing it in a neat pile above a filing cabinet. ‘The ...

I recently came across a delightful site called  SpankLit Stories containing a collection of well written original spanking stories, most of them with a retro feel. I highly recommend it. Here's a sample of what's on offer. When Mrs Tuppington discovers a romantic note in her husband’s office, she feels certain that she’s uncovered a scandal. But rebellious secretary, Miss Angela Lacey, is the one who ends up being uncovered, and finds herself on the receiving end of a thorough spanking! In this workplace tale of disciplinary rules and administrative rulers, modesty is preserved by only the thinnest of margins… In the boardroom of Tuppington & Son, an air of hushed solemnity presided as the veneered wall clock ticked through the last few seconds before Friday morning’s staff meeting was due to begin. The company’s three secretaries took their places along the polished mahogany table. In unique ways, they each embodied a distinct feminine style. Miss Perkins, the elde...

From Uniform Girls 23 Tracey Jones was young and pretty, just nineteen years of age. She was standing in the centre of the room wearing just a pretty and very brief undie set. Her firm young breasts pressed outwards against the little bra-top, the hint of a dark-pink nipple protruding above the thin fabric. Her knickers stretched tautly across the her firm round bottom. Little darkish curls peeped out from behind the narrowest band of material at the very top of her long slim legs. Tracey felt very uneasy, standing there in front of her employer. Knowing that she was in the wrong. Realising that Mr Williams could throw her out, and report her to the police. Conrad Williams sat down. ‘That was your very last chance, young lady.’ He raised his arm and pointed through the open doorway. ‘The front door, Tracy. You may leave… now.’ The girl glanced along the direction of her employer’s gesture and then shook her head. ‘No. Mr Willi...