Room 2D

Photo-story from Janus 157 with Leia-Ann Woods When Hilary Hanbury -Boyce died recently, the village mourned. Even the girls with whom she had so uncompromisingly dealt up at the ‘big house’ felt a strange regret at the passing of this fair but firm martinet, wielder of the slipper, strap, hairbrush and cane on their tender young bottoms. The strict lady, who accepted no nonsense and punished all wrongdoers sent to her with a method and severity hardly known in these modern times, was gone. But if the village girls thought they would henceforth be safe from the kind of punitive retribution that had been dished out on a regular basis by that peerless lady, they were in for a surprise. As, indeed, was a distant cousin of Hilary’s, named Royston Arnold. Royston was a man of letters, sage, broadcaster, bon viveur and promoter of the arts. A confirmed bachelor, he hadn’t seen Hilary for several years, for they met only rarely, usuall...

From Uniform Girls 25, with extra pictures from New Justice 3.02 ‘Can I see you tomorrow?’ he said, his voice eager. ‘I could meet you after work and we could have something to eat and then…’ ‘No,’ she cut in sharply. ‘Not tomorrow. I can’t see you tomorrow.’ His face fell. at this sudden dash of cold water breaking in on the giddy way he felt. He wanted to see her every day — and he assumed she felt the same. She was a year younger, 18, and just fantastic: her face and her figure too. She worked in a local shop: had been there all the time he had been here at the university, six months now, but he hadn’t known, not until last Friday when he had chanced to go in… and somehow… because he wasn’t usually very bold with strange girls, especially fantastic looking ones. Friday and today was Monday: it was like a dream. ‘Not Tuesday,’ she said, producing a sympathetic smile in response to the look on his face. ‘I can’t. Or Thursday...