Room 2D

From Blushes 34 with Tracy Wilkes (maybe) The air in the hallway was still, the house silent, as Sara sighed yet again. Facing the bannisters, hands on her head, clad only in T-shirt and white cotton knickers, Sara was no stranger to the ritual. It would not be the first time she had been spanked in that house. And it certainly would not be the last. She jumped slightly as a creak at the far end of the hall suggested another presence. Her chastiser, perhaps, back from the stables to which he had disappeared almost an hour before. Her arms had been aching for some time now, but she dare not take them down for fear of being caught out of position. The punishment would be more severe than ever if she were to move more than a fraction. The rules were strict. And the punishments stricter. When her mother had signed the form, and called for her to sign below, being old enough now to take adult responsibilities, little had Sara realised what the ‘Private Remedial Course’ would involve...

From Blushes 68 ‘OK.’ And then after a little hesitation, ‘Nothing special.’ That was Stacey’s reply to Mark’s routine query how her day had been. He didn’t seem to notice the hesitation, or at least attach any significance to it. But Stacey’s day  couldn’t  be honestly described as nothing special. Not when a complete stranger has that morning in the town centre asked you if you would like a film test. And you have somehow said yes. And have got an appointment in two days’ time. To take some pictures. So Stacey’s answer wasn’t exactly an honest one. In effect it was a lie. A little white lie? She  should  tell Mark of course — but what would that mean? He would probably be angry, tell her she was a fool to listen to such a story. Tell her probably… that the stranger was just trying to get into her knickers. Mark  would  say something coarse and basic like that. And of course he would forbid her to...

A festively titled photo-story from Fessée 10 with lovely Susie Jenkins, who also made a few videos. I'll post one tomorrow. ‘I tell you,’ I heard him boast just the other day, ‘I tell you, if this barn could speak, it’d have a tale or two to tell!’ ‘If this barn could speak!’ Of course I can speak, and can tell more than just a couple of tales. Take last Tuesday. for example. A quiet day, reasonable weather and everybody working out of doors. Then some time in the early afternoon, Susie Jenkins arrived. As soon as she entered I knew the score, but it was a new experience for her. She was a little apprehensive, but she had a firm tilt to her jaw, which I quite liked, and she was dressed casually but appropriately with a white shirt tucked into black breeches with traditional riding boots and hat. She sat on a bale, fiddling with her crop, obviously wondering what to expect. She wouldn’t have picked up any rumours in the vill...

From Blushes 71, the concluding part (sadly incomplete). Sigrid Wenzel is getting ready for bed. Seated at her dressing table and applying the finishing touches. Bed with Rudi. Her dear husband. But tomorrow, she thinks with a little thrill, not Rudi. Tomorrow it will be Herr Kassner. Gerhard. That very vigorous man who is so good with girls and is doing such a good job with Toni, Sigrid’s 17-year-old daughter. Not to mention of course her friend Monika’s young Wanda. Sigrid applies the final touch of perfume here and there and stands. She is in a good mood. An affectionate mood towards her dear Rudi. So for his benefit she has put on her new and extremely brief baby-doll nightie. Just the top. The nightie came with very brief pants but Sigrid is dispensing with these. She has on only the nightie top which does not reach much below her waist. She is otherwise nude except only for her high-heeled pink house pumps. The garment is bl...