Room 2D

From Blushes Supplement 29 The sun had been shining brightly when she set out but now half of the sky had clouded over. Glancing up she thought it might rain. The forecast had been for rain later but with the bright blue sky it hadn’t seemed possible. Fortunately, to be on the safe side, she had brought her plastic mac; it was in the basket of her bike together with her books. And anyway it wasn’t far to Mr Janford’s. Mr Janford was her tutor. She pushed harder on the pedals: this slight hill marked approximately the mid-way point from her house to his place. It was cooler now, the sky darker. It was going to rain. She had on a thin, sleeveless top and full skirt. Pedalling had made the skirt slide high up on her bare thighs. Just as she got to Mr Janford’s it started: large splats of rain on her bare forearms and her thighs, wetting her thick, shoulder-length honey-blonde hair. Gasping, she fumbled with the gate, then half-ran al...

From New Blushes 2.20 ‘Hello Fiona.’ ‘Hello sir.’ She closes the door quietly behind her, then goes to stand at attention in front of Mr Brunton’s desk. It is five o’clock, after normal school hours, but school hasn’t finished for Fiona Daltry. It is time for a special training session with Mr Brunton. Henry Brunton, fiftyish and with his bald head and round glasses giving him a somewhat owlish look, is in charge of the school WRAF Cadet Unit. It is an active group because St Monica’s has the RAF Western Command Headquarters just a few miles away and quite a few of the staff send their daughters to the school. Service officers are keen to have proper discipline for their daughters. Well-trained girls make decorous, disciplined young women, the kind of young women a fellow officer will be happy to have as a wife. So the school’s Cadet Unit is well supported. And Henry Brunton you could say has a pretty free hand in disciplining...