Room 2D

A video starring Sally Smith and gorgeous Rachael as Diana along with the same actor who played her boss in the classic Long Arm of the Law . Fridays at 4pm is ‘spanking time’ for leggy secretary Diana. Some weeks ago her boss, Nick, caught her fiddling the books. She pleaded with him to leave the police out of it, suggesting instead that he dock the missing money from her wages each week and spank her every payday until it’s all paid back. This particular Friday Diana is on the phone arranging for Nick to interview a new girl. In a blatant effort to avoid her scheduled weekly spanking, Diana arranges the interview for 4pm that day. When Nick returns from lunch and hears this, he simply brings forward Diana’s appointment across his lap. These weekly spankings have taken on something of a ritual, so after excusing herself to go and ‘powder her nose’, she returns to knock respectfully on the bosses door. He calls her in and she ha...

From Blushes 27 Ten o’clock on a wet Thursday evening in February just has to be the worst time in the life of an ageing, penurious bachelor. Thus the reflections of Cyril Regis, ageing penurious bachelor of no certain address, as he brooded over the impressive bank of telephones — all of them contemptuously silent — of Custom Car Hire. Once divorced and once stood up at the registry office, Cyril was going nowhere at the speed of light and knew it. Such pleasures as he enjoyed nowadays were few and fleeting and, some might say, a trifle esoteric — not to mention, very often, more damn trouble than they turned out to be worth. Controller of all I survey, he mused — to wit, four silent telephones, one base radio of uncertain reliability, one grotty office, and, somewhere out there in the dripping darkness, three of Custom Car Hire’s finest. Which thought brought him to the evening’s indubitable remaining pleasure — the return of ...

The final instalment from Blushes 30 ‘Why not go on up now,’ Mr Bayton said. ‘Get your nightdress on. Or pyjamas. Whatever you’ve brought. And then… ah… Mr Woodling… Well, he might look in. For a chat. Before you go to bed.’ Back at Mr Bayton’s cottage after going out to the restaurant. Where Susan had managed a few bites of her meal but that was all. Not like Mr Bayton and his two guests heartily eating and drinking. Mr Bayton had said before they came down to the cottage that they were staying till tomorrow and to bring things for overnight. But she hadn’t thought then, had had no idea. Well you wouldn’t, how could you. Unless someone had said, had warned you. Mr Bayton’s cane. And Mr Dickson just yanking your knickers down like that. And Mr Woodling. Mr Woodling’s chat was going to be a chat like Mr Dickson’s. Susan knew that, she just  knew  it. A chat with her sitting on Mr Dickson’s lap. And then being turned over, ...

The second of three parts from Blushes 30 Shaking. Her knees. They wouldn’t keep still. And her bottom. Still a bit like an electric fire throwing out heat. The memory. Don’t think. But you couldn’t help thinking. Mr Bayton. And then those others. Clients. The bank’s clients. The two men, she couldn’t remember their names. Hadn’t taken them in because her bottom had been absolutely scorching when they had arrived and she had been introduced. ‘Our new young lady. Susan Maybury.’ In her awful bum-revealing outfit. With her bum bearing red marks from Mr Bayton’s cane. The two men and Mr Bayton. Having to make tea and take it in there. And… sort of stand for inspection. Her bottom. And everything else. ‘A lovely girl, Mr Bayton. A very lovely figure… and I trust she is going to be a reliable young lady.’ There had been approving comments regarding those red marks on her bottom. ‘Yes, she’s had her first taste,’ from Mr Bayton....

The start of a story in three parts from Blushes 30 ‘Induction, Miss Maybury. The bank’s induction course. Someone must have mentioned it?’ The grey-green eyes widened, blank. No. Unless someone had but she hadn’t taken it in. There was so much to learn when you had just started, at times it seemed  impossible  to take it all in. ‘I… don’t think so, Mr Bayton.’ Slightly apologetic. Well, when you had only been there less than a week and were keen to make a good impression. She couldn’t remember… pretty cheeks flushing ever so slightly. ‘Not to worry, Miss Maybury. There’s a lot to remember right at the outset. But the induction course is necessary if you’re to go over to the dealing side. We have to be ultra-cautious these days. What with all these insider dealing scares. You know what I mean.’ Not really. She read the papers of course but it didn’t always mean too much. But no doubt she would learn. Mr Bayton had a...