Room 2D

Photo-story from Janus 62 ‘Bend down! ’ the Headmaster barked. Marjorie Jenkins leaned forward, the dark brown school skirt up over her hips to display matching knickers tight across her bottom. Six ‘lates’, and swearing at the art mistress! It was quite rare to receive an official caning these days; next time she would be more… Hisss-whop! ‘Aaghh!’ The stick slammed into the girl’s hindquarters. a streak of agony. Marjorie’s face contorted, her fair hair dancing, the rebellious blue eyes almost filled as she fought back the tears. The Head’s cane swished again, struck across her straining knickers with no less vigour. scaldingly accurate, just below where the first stroke had traced its burning path. ‘Pup-please, sir. I —’ ‘Silence, girl!’ The hateful rustle of his gown came to Marjorie’s ears as the cane rose high, then the grunt which accompanied the horrifying  whop  of the Head’s crook-handled symbol of authori...

From Blushes 37. I may have mentioned before that I'm rather fond of this model, with her dodgy 1980's perm. The girl goes silently out of the drawing room with the tea trolley, her high heels sinking softly into the deep carpet. A pretty girl with dark curling hair and a neat figure in her little black maid’s uniform. The eyes of the attractive blonde woman sitting on the settee follows her appraisingly. ‘She seems a willing little thing, Susan,’ she observes to her hostess. Susan Mallamby says, ‘Yes. Willing enough. She’s not had much experience of course.’ The blonde woman, who is tall and in her thirties and called Muriel Worthing, says, ‘But you’re working on her. Her training.’ Susan Mallamby, less tall than her visitor and younger, says, ‘Oh yes.’ ‘The cane? Have you caned her yet? Or perhaps a strap?’ Susan gives a quizzical look, then smiles. ‘No. I can’t say I have. Well I don’t know that she actually n...