Room 2D

The first of two parts from Blushes 24 No wonder BR always seems to be running at a loss, thought Linda Marshall. There must be thousands like me — all fare dodging. She’d been doing it for months, because it was so simple when you got off at the station, like hers, where there was no ticket collector. All you needed to do was buy one return ticket a week and go on using it. Oh yes, so simple. A sweet smile at the collector on the gate at the terminal and he would only give your half-hidden ticket the merest glance. They were so thick, or inefficient, they deserved to lose money, she said to herself. Whereas she was saving herself over £25 a week. There’s private enterprise for you! Linda smiled. Even Mrs Thatcher might approve. Linda glanced at her watch. The train was late leaving. And how empty the carriage was. Then she remembered she had made some excuse and left the office early — so as to have plenty of time to get read...

From Blushes 36. I’m very fond of this model — with her big hair, eyeliner, and choice of clothes she’s the epitome of the eighties girl-next-door type that I used to hang out with (and occasionally date). I can just imagine her listening to Bananarama, Duran Duran and Adam and the Ants wearing leg-warmers and a snap-crotch leotard. For the second time in a week, Sarah was sent scampering upstairs. Her mother gave her the usual curt instructions. ‘Into the Guest Room, young lady. And just you get yourself ready.’ The girl ran upstairs immediately, knowing that to argue would almost guarantee another extra punishment. It was bad enough already. Swearing at her mother was quite inexcusable. At the top of the stairs she turned to the door on her left and opened it, stepping hesitantly into the bright but bare room. She could already feel the clammy cold sweat on her forehead and her hands. Just thinking about her punishment was bad e...

A little additional Thursday bonus. If you recall the lovely short story Spectators’ Gallery , here is a rather nice AI-enhanced version of one of the pictures from it that was posted on spankingforum.su recently. The smug satisfaction on Mr Morse's face as he teases  young Charlotte  contrasts nicely with the eyes-closed embarrassment and humiliation written large on her own face.

From Blushes 16, a sequel to the story  Parental Discipline . Bill Jackson had done something he didn’t normally do. He had taken a drink in the afternoon. Quite a large one, too. He didn’t approve, but he’d done it. Herbert Porter, Head of the Comprehensive, was due at five o’clock… and he would be bringing Bill’s elder daughter, Rita, with him. In view of what he had already been told — and what he anticipated — Bill Jackson needed a bit of immoral support. In the way of half a tumblerful of scotch. How could Rita have behaved so? She seemed such a nice innocent girl. Friendly, yes, but not… not sexy. Bill Jackson’s mind reeled away from the thought of those secret meetings in the changing room when it seemed… so unbelievably… that intercourse had taken place. He couldn’t quite imagine his Rita doing anything like that. He still thought of her as a kid. It was indecent. Must have been the boys’ fault. Bill Jackson felt s...