Room 2D

From Blushes 76 She would have to talk to Julie or Arlene. Of course she would be told it  was  quite ridiculous. What Alison would then like to do was proclaim it in some way. Write a note on the main notice board for all to see:  Any ridiculous rumours about the Freitof Gymnasium are simply the product of PURE FANTASY. Please treat these laughable stories with THE CONTEMPT THEY DESERVE.  Something like that. Yes, Alison thought she would. Because she knew people were whispering about  her , now it was known she was going. And Andrew: she knew he was thinking about it too, but he was probably too sickened to want to mention it. ----//---- ‘Well we all know what happens to a girl when she gets sent to that German school,’ said Simon. It’s common knowledge. She gets caned and she… she gets fucked. It’s…  hey! …’ Simon’s words were abruptly interrupted as, red-faced, Andrew leapt forward and grabbe...

From Janus 63 Penny, who starred in  Independent Values  in our last issue, was born in Nigeria and came to Britain as a teenager. She is now 22 and lives in London. Although she was brought up in a culture where CP is far more prevalent, she never received physical chastisement, either at home or at school. However, Penny believes that the high incidence of corporal punishment in the environment of her youth — which included witnessing her friends’ canings — implanted intriguing images in her imagination that ultimately created a longing to experience bottom-smacking at first hand. And when a suitable opportunity presented itself, she seized it zestfully, as is her wont… JANUS:  How did you become involved in spanking for pleasure? PENNY: About four months ago I was with a friend and he brought out a magazine about spanking. I said, ‘Do you like spanking girls?’ and he said he did. I said I was interested and he s...

From Blushes Supplement 7 Emma had only just got back from school, had barely had time to put her bike away and take her blazer off and was just considering whether to make herself a cup of tea first before starting on some revision, then came the knock at the door. It was Mr Dalkins, the third house along the street. Fortyish Mr Dalkins, a bit fat and overweight and now with his round face somewhat red. ‘Hello Emma,’ he said, smiling, his eyes sharp, and came in. Emma was by herself for the week, her parents having gone off yesterday morning with her younger brother Gregory to stay with their Aunt Millicent. Emma was still here because she had exams coming up — A-Levels. That hadn’t stopped her going out yesterday evening, though; to the pictures with her boyfriend Steven. She should have stayed in and worked but with the sense of freedom produced by her parents’ absence she had allowed herself to be persuaded. Steven had wan...