Room 2D

From Blushes 15 Everyone — or almost everyone — called her Didi, though it wasn’t her proper name. Sometimes when she was excited she would stutter it. Sometimes when she was being spanked, that is, and it was awful being spanked. Most awful, too, when her tight blue knicks were carefully rolled down for it and she was aware of the naughty exposure of her pert, smooth cheeks and the cleft between them which she would tighten defensively as a leathery palm rose and fell, stinging, stinging, burning. Sometimes now, Didi had to take her own knickers off, and she could never decide whether to show her bottom first or her… or her… or her pussy as it was called. So sometimes she stood sideways and pushed them down, but then that showed her puff and her bottom, too, so it was difficult. Today she had to go and help old Mr Jenkins, though she hadn’t wanted to, but her stepmother had said he was a nice man and couldn’t manage on his own ...

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Story from Blushes Supplement 6 ‘He b…b…beat me!,’ Jane howled. Sitting in one of the four twin-bedded dorms, she rocked back and forth with her hands over her face — ‘All right, now, all right,’ Linda soothed, plumping her own firm young bottom down on the same bed and circling the other girl’s shoulders with a comforting arm. ‘He didn’t really, Jane, and we don’t use that word here. It was a tawse, wasn’t it — a thick strap with a split end to it?’ ‘It doesn’t matter wh…what it was,’ sobbed Jane, disregarding her companion’s arm and falling sideways so that her tear-streaked cheek rested on the pillow, her body twisted awkwardly. It was bad enough that she had been made to bring her Sixth Form uniform to wear here and — worse — to have discovered when she had first opened her suitcase on arrival that all her dinky, pastel-coloured panties had been removed before she left and replaced with blue serge ones that she never seen be...