Room 2D

From Blushes 68 A school classroom with an old-fashioned blackboard at the front and facing it rows of equally old-fashioned wooden desks; the type with seats attached. The desk and seats are also small, suitable for younger children. It could be a primary school classroom back in the thirties. but it isn’t. There are two persons present: a man, fortyish, with glasses and a neatly-trimmed beard, wearing a black academic gown; and a girl. The girl is tall and shapely, in her late teens, a pretty brunette. She is kneeling on one of the small seats, leaning forward with her forearms on the desk top. The desk and seat are of course much too small for her. She is wearing a white blouse but no skirt. Her full and shapely bottom is thrust out in her kneeling pose and is contained in navy blue knickers. Or not exactly contained because the knickers have been pulled up into the cleft of her bottom to leave the cheeks virtually bare. The man,...

From Blushes 80 Stephen Wimbley, Headmaster of Fairgrove School, gazed out of his French window onto his sunlit lawn. it was a private area of the school, secluded by trees and shrubs and off limits to the general run of pupils, although one or two specially favoured ones were allowed limited access. On this sunny May morning it was deserted but Mr Wimbley nonetheless had someone in his vision. A pretty girl pupil, quite tall with a softly rounded figure and curling chestnut hair tumbling onto the shoulders of her navy cardigan. Her name was Susan Gilford. She was in the Lower Sixth and when school re-assembled in September she would be in the Upper Sixth. There was also a very good chance that she would then be Head Girl. Although that of course was not yet definite… Susan wasn’t actually out there, the Head was picturing her in his mind. Picturing Susan out on his lawn, also remembering her in here in his sitting room two days a...