Room 2D

Another AI enhanced repost of a favourite story. Here is Girl Training 1998 from Blushes 62. Here is a classic from Blushes 62, uncredited (like all Blushes stories) but bearing all the hallmarks of R.T. Mason The Domestic Training and Interchange Centre was its formal title but that of course was a bit of a mouthful and the name was routinely shortened to ‘Domestic Centre’ except in official letters and pronouncements. There was one in every town nowadays. Southchester’s might have been a school at some time in the past: a large building with a central high-ceilinged hall and various smaller rooms. But no one seemed to know about that, people were vague about the past nowadays, certainly anything pre-1995. Whatever its past everyone knew what the Domestic Centre was now, its function. Certainly girls, young women, who were not fortunate enough to be from Class 1 or Class 2 families knew. And by the same token adult males who...

From Februs 48, Roy Tersley interviews Clara Hewitt, better known nowadays as a disciplinarian in many a spanking video. Clara Hewitt, tell our readers about yourself. Well, I was born in Cambridge and went to a private school there. I was quite a well-behaved pupil and did pretty well. I left school and tried several things but eventually, to the horror of my parents, I became a stripper. I work in clubs and I also do stripograms, that sort of thing. You were obviously a well-educated girl when you left school. What attracted you to that profession? Maybe it was to shock my parents at first but really I am a terrible exhibitionist. Any excuse to get my kit off in public! I was always streaking at College so I suppose I was a natural really. Tell us what eventually led you to the door of 40 Old Compton Street. Well, I was never spanked as a child by my parents or at school but I always had a sort of interes...

Continuing Sharon’s journey here is a wordless (billed as a ‘photosequence’) feature from Roué 71

Photo-story from Janus 128 featuring "glamour model" and former gymnast Amanda Dawkins. Two men sit on chairs in the otherwise empty gymnasium, their faces tense. ‘Come!’ calls the man on the right. The sound echoes. Seconds pass, as though the one being summoned is making a point of asserting her independence by taking her time. After several insolently-delayed moments she steps into view at the far end of the room. Her name is Sheena Steele. She is twenty years old. Dressed as instructed in short skirt, white top and trainers, her nubile body is trim, toned and shapely. Her eyes are hard. She chooses not to look at either man. Especially not the visitor. Sheena is a youth leader. The man seated to her left as she faces them is her supervisor, Ray Dayton — one of the few people in this world she respects and trusts. The other man has come to punish her. Sheena actually laughed about it when Ray put the ...