Room 2D

Story from Blushes Supplement 6 ‘He b…b…beat me!,’ Jane howled. Sitting in one of the four twin-bedded dorms, she rocked back and forth with her hands over her face — ‘All right, now, all right,’ Linda soothed, plumping her own firm young bottom down on the same bed and circling the other girl’s shoulders with a comforting arm. ‘He didn’t really, Jane, and we don’t use that word here. It was a tawse, wasn’t it — a thick strap with a split end to it?’ ‘It doesn’t matter wh…what it was,’ sobbed Jane, disregarding her companion’s arm and falling sideways so that her tear-streaked cheek rested on the pillow, her body twisted awkwardly. It was bad enough that she had been made to bring her Sixth Form uniform to wear here and — worse — to have discovered when she had first opened her suitcase on arrival that all her dinky, pastel-coloured panties had been removed before she left and replaced with blue serge ones that she never seen be...

From New Blushes 2.02. This is the sequel to what was (presumably) originally titled Reich Girl Training 1 but was later amended to The Alpine Girls Club 1 in Uniform Girls 54. Anna is back and as lovely as ever, but has reverted to her original German surname of Weinbrecht rather than Woods. Anna is lying in bed dreamily thinking of events. Recent days. Yesterday in particular. Thinking of herself, what she is now: Fraulein Anna Weinbrecht, Recruit First Class, The Reich Girls Brigade . There is a lovely sonorous ring to it. Everyone at school now knows of course: the other pupils, and the staff. Many of them have congratulated her. Her friends are especially pleased for her, envious too of course but they hide that. Only two other girls at school are members of the Reich Girls (Beatrix Friesing and Julia Beyer, both also like Anna in their final year) so it is a notable honour. Anna is sensuously stroking herself as the dreamy ...

Mr Briggs from  Monitors Duty  returns. From Uniform Girls 20 Annie could feel the draught under the door, the age of the house revealed in its gaps like wrinkles on a face. In white shorts and sleeveless yellow T-shirt, she was not dressed for the coolness of the evening. The dress, however, was not voluntary, but compulsory. He had specified exactly what she should wear, and the time at which she must report. Annie wasn’t even sure if the caretaker was  allowed  to punish her, but the risk of querying his motives could lead to an even more severe punishment at the hands of someone in real authority. To be caught out once in a day was careless, to be caught out twice as she had been was downright foolish. The mild caning the caretaker had administered during the thunderstorm in the morning would be as nothing to the swishing she expected to receive in a few minutes. Not wearing a watch, she wondere...