Room 2D

The final  story in the  Kingsmead trilogy, from Blushes 14 Pierre Deauville, a French teacher on exchange at a girls’ school in Berkshire, has been letting us into the secrets of how corporal punishment works at exclusive Kingsmead School. In previous issues of Blushes, he has described the school’s infamous ‘Two-Stripe’ system which awards two strokes of cane or slipper to the girls’ deserving backsides, and more recently the story related to him by a 17-year-old from a wealthy Somerset family of her punishment at the hands of her French tutor at home in the summer holidays ( see  The Cambridge Candidate  in Blushes 12). Melissa Hammond had been caught by Mr Deauville at a pub in the town some miles from the school: something which no girl, not even a prefect, is permitted to do. She agreed to take a strapping from Pierre rather than face a ‘Two-Stripe’ session which would almost certainly award her more th...

Another AI enhanced repost of a favourite story. Here is Mr Slippy & Mr Whippy from Blushes 15 with a girl who is becoming an AI favourite having already featured in upgrades to Spectators’ Gallery and The Hiker’s Friend / Guiding Light . ‘It’s so good of you to come and pick her up, Mr Marley. I so hate to send her on the train alone because one  does  hear such awful things nowadays, and really I hadn’t time to drive her over myself. My plane’s at three and really…’ Sylvia Harmsworth’s explanations tailed off as she ushered her visitor in. She was in her thirties, 38 to be exact, though she wouldn’t thank you for reminding her of this. Still attractive, if a trifle full-blown, but with that slightly desperate look in the big brown eyes at times, which said: Every day I am a day older and I don’t know  what  to do about it. The daughter’s equally big brown eyes would not, of course, be saying that for ...

From Blushes 12. Continuing the stories of Kingsmead school, following  Two Stripes Rule . Most of the girls — 110 out of 150 — were boarders at Kingsmead, daughters of essentially middle-class and some of what I’d term the landed-gentry class: the county-set, as they might be called, who thought they were a cut above the other girls in status. I was privileged — I choose the word carefully — to be able to attend to the disciplinary needs of one of these rich young ladies when she stepped over the boundaries of common-sense. Privileged, because she was probably the most physically attractive young lady at the school: short, fashionable blonde hair framed a face of elfin pertness, high cheekbones, a fresh complexion with a light dusting of freckles, and a mouth boasting a set of perfect teeth and lips to tempt a priest. This was Melissa Hammond, a seventeen-year-old whose high spirits were tempered only by her capacity for ...