Room 2D

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...

Culver’s second variation on the theme of Spankers Gallery - The Artist takes inspiration from the old comics Dandy, Beano, etc. It was Art time in the Girls’ Upper Sixth, and Millie the Minx, 18, was busy drawing a picture at her desk. There was no uniform requirement at Whack Street Comprehensive, so Millie was wearing her red-and-black stripy top, black skirt and boots. Her fulsome tits strained tight against her top, and her peachy bum filled out her skirt a treat. Millie scribbled away furiously, licking her lips. Her best chums sat around her and giggled: Penny the Peril, Tess the Terrible, ‘Corky’ Cass and ‘Keyhole’ Kath. They were also all 18, wildly pretty and precocious: a muddle of wacky hairstyles, lithe bodies, tight crop tops, micro skirts and denim cut-off shorts. ‘MINX! FRONT! NOW!’ bellowed Mr Snodgrass from the front of the room. The old master, in his tweed jacket and crooked mortarboard, looked very fierce. Millie only smirked. ‘Righto, sir!’ she said...

Culver felt the text of Spankers Gallery - The Artist could have been more salacious and has developed a couple of variations on the theme. This first one is from the annals of Malory Towers… ‘Pamela!’ boomed Mr Greyburn, the Girls’ Art master, his deep voice loud above the chatter of the Upper Sixth classroom. ‘Come here at once, and bring your drawing with you!’ Immediately there was a flutter of excitement around the room. Everyone knew that Pamela was up to her tricks again. Fair-haired and pretty, with a mischievous glint in her blue eyes, Pamela had a way of behaving as though the classroom were her private stage. Though she had reached her eighteenth birthday, she had never outgrown her fondness for childish pranks, and she adored nothing better than being the centre of attention. Pamela rose to her feet with a triumphant grin and paraded down the aisle as though she owned the room. Several of the girls nudged one another, stifling their giggles. ‘Oh, Pamela is such a...

Basil Miggins has nominated a couple of soap stars for the Order of the Burning Bot and, taking inspiration from Culver, has presented them in collage format after they have  fallen into the clutches of the redoubtable Miss Brown. Firstly, here is Jacqui Dixon from Brookside, played by Alex Fletcher. Secondly, Bethany Platt of Coronation Street, played by Lucy Fallon.

After Form XIII-A were dealt with soundly last week , Culver is back to witness the treatment of their schoolmates in Form XIII-B. Check back later today for another reader contribution.

In the first of two stimulating collages on a theme, the Headmaster of St Winifred’s has been drafted in to Roué’s St Angela’s to deal with a dormitory of Blushes girls!

What a treat August is turning out to be. After Culver’s magnum opus last week, we have the great pleasure of a new illustrated story by Darcy. She was on the verge of tears already, as Mr Newman hustled her along the hallway from the examination room. ‘But sir… I didn’t… Oh sir it wasn’t mine… Sir I would never… Please sir, please listen…’ ‘Quiet you miserable wretch. Cheating. In plain sight. And you of all people.’ ‘But sir, I didn’t. I don’t need to… I’ve studied so hard… Sir please don’t…’ ‘Cheating AND lying. You were really are a disgusting little wretch, aren’t you Hampton?’ Chiding her as they headed to the room, he already felt the stirring of excitement in his loins. He had many times dreamt of this moment. Susan Hampton. To have such a pretty, shy, well-behaved young girl, flustered and embarrassed and still protesting her innocence, finally in his clutches. To have irrefutable proof of her wrongdoing. To have...