Room 2D

From Uniform Girls 18 Teresa glanced out of the window but there was nothing to be seen. Unless you counted the blank brick wall opposite. She sat on the bed again, eyes fluttering, nervous. The bed and a wooden table and chair, that was all there was in the bare little room. Like a prison cell almost. The bed with its stark tubular metal frame could easily be imagined in a prison cell. She squirmed her bottom. The blanket she was sitting on was a vivid royal blue. A violent colour, scary in itself in a way. The whole place was scary. The two starched white pillows precisely placed; the metal jug on the table… Downstairs… She hadn’t really seen anything downstairs. Too scared to look and anyway that Matron, Mrs Jarrett, had marched her straight through the hallway and up the stairs. ‘You will wait in your room until Mr Canfield is ready for you, Probationer. Mr Canfield deals with Probationer Nurses and he will see you shortly,

From Blushes Supplement 4 Prompted by the  remark from G.P. (Hants) that one of the girls in a photo series in Blushes Supplement 2 looked ‘put-upon but plucky’, attributes which persuaded him that she ought to be ‘well whipped, eighteen strokes at least,’ and encouraged by comments about the same girl from other correspondents, we decided to approach Linda (the ‘put-upon’ girl in Blushes Supplement 2) with a proposition. Since she seemed to have made an impression on a number of readers, we said, would she consider entering into an arrangement whereby she would agree to be the photographic subject of situations we were asked to illustrate by individual readers ‘requesting’ certain themes which they would find particularly titillating? Linda, who is an unassuming girl and who can only be described as a professional model at all by virtue of the two or three assignments she has had with Blushes, was at first dubious and then d

Story from Blushes 4 On that first occasion, Sandra’s mother had been most indignant! ‘What was I to say, Mr Petty? A phone call telling me my daughter was a thief! I mean, I couldn’t even tell him to sod off, could I — begging your pardon, Mr Petty — I have known the man for years! Friends, you might say, and him good enough to give my daughter a job — and now this! You’ll have to do something with her, Mr Petty, you really will! What with her father at sea most of the time she’s really got quite out of hand, she has. I have told her — “Mr Petty will have a thing or two to say about this my girl,” I said. “Just you see if he don’t! What you need is your backside tanned!” I told her.’ Mrs Collins had sat on the edge of a chair in Mr Petty’s study and her frustration had continued to simmer just below the surface as she’d waited for her patient listener to confirm her in her view that the girl needed ‘something going with her!’