Room 2D

From Blushes Supplement 26 You could easily mistake him for an Englishman in the immaculate double-breasted navy blazer and razor-sharp trousers — until of course he spoke. His English had a decided accent. He had greeted her in a charming Latin manner and then gone to sit behind his desk in an upholstered swivel chair. Her own chair in front of the desk was wooden, straight-backed. She shifted her bottom uncomfortably on the hard seat. ‘I… can I see the consul? Or… a lawyer…?’ That was what you should do if you got in trouble. She tried to look confident, assured. It was just a small office, no room for much except the desk and chairs. On the corner of the desk a small fan was humming away and produced a little breeze. It was something but not enough to outweigh the fiery Mediterranean sun which outside was beating relentlessly down. She moved her bottom again on the hard wooden seat. Under her thin skirt her knickers were st...

From Uniform Girls 10 ‘I have to,’ she said, making a face. ‘I can’t refuse, you know that, Dave. Anyway it’s an honour: going to the big house.’ Sarah’s boyfriend David Parslow blew a contemptuous raspberry but it was true what she said. England in the 1930’s, especially in country areas, was still quite feudal. You did not want to cross the lord of the manor if you lived in rural southern England: most especially you didn’t if your father had just started working for him and your family lived in a cottage owned by that gentleman. ‘Bloody bosses,’ muttered Dave who had vague ideas of communism and revolution. Sarah smiled and told him not to swear. ‘Don’t get excited over nothing. Not on such a lovely day.’ It was a lovely day, a warm and sunny June Saturday afternoon and they were sitting on a grassy slope on the edge of a wood — Major Lambton’s wood of course —looking down over the valley with the pale pink brick of Lambt...

From Blushes Supplement 28, a treat  —  a great story illustrated with lots of pictures of two gorgeous girls. This story was referenced by New Moral Order in a comment . It is late autumn, the leaves have fallen from all except the very latest trees and there is a cold wind in the air as the little Mini pursues its steady way along the narrow lane. At this time of year even though it is mid-afternoon the sun, which on this dull day is hidden by cloud, is already low in the sky. Great Midgeley is said by some to be named for the swarms of small insects which can hover annoyingly on summer evenings but at least there is not that problem in late November. Great Midgeley is one of those scattered rural villages, a few houses huddled together here and then some way along a lane will be found a couple more. The village extends in this way over several square miles though it boasts no more than perhaps 15 dwellings. If it has...