Room 2D

An enhanced version of the first in the delicious George Bartlow trilogy, George to the Rescue from Blushes 12. The delightful pictures used in the trilogy don’t entirely match the stories, but that isn’t too unusual for Blushes. In this one there is a kind of scene-setting preamble told in captions before we reach the main story. ‘If this awful man goes to the Head,’ Alison had said to George, ‘I’ll certainly be kicked out!’ That was what she had said, because of course Mr Bartlow couldn’t be expected to know that ‘kicking out’ was the kind of sanction that Mr Pinkerton would only resort to as a very last resort. His first recourse would be to that paragraph in the school’s prospectus which mentioned ‘exceptional circumstances’ in connection with the application of a cane to a girl’s bottom. Alison would, perhaps, have mentioned it to Mr Bartlow except that he was, in truth, a little — well, common — and she wasn’t sure that...

Photo feature from Janus 80 Twenty years old and in some aspects of life a little naive, Shirley is eager to please and willing to learn. She received a good academic education, but admits that, in many ways, her friends who attended the ‘university of life’ have a considerable advantage. There is much she missed out on: boys for example, and all those exciting allied experiences. The subject of corporal punishment is something she only learnt about from slightly more worldly friends, between giggles. Her first relationship was unique in one particular aspect. Her boyfriend spanked her pretty bottom on numerous occasions during the year-and-a-half they were together. The last few months before they parted were the most exciting. Shirley discovered the magnetic attraction of her own bottom and legs. Time and again, the backs of her thighs and feet were firmly smacked. This erotic prelude invariably heightened and intensified what...

From Blushes 25 ‘Ah, just a little word if I may, Miss Melfield.’ Professor Harlow smiled at her. It was 10.30, the end of his tutorial session. The others in the group, eight of them, were quickly on their feet. A lovely morning and most of them had a free hour ahead: just right for sitting outside on the steps in the autumn sunshine or going across the road for a coffee. An hour of Professor Harlow could be a bit boring. Jane Melfield made a face at David, whom she had started going out with. Professor Harlow fiddled with his papers until they had all left. Then he smiled again at Jane. The fleeting thought crossed her mind that he might fancy her. Another girl, a second year, had gigglingly said something about Professor Harlow the other evening. Jane hadn’t really caught it though she thought it was along those lines — fancying girls — but it was probably a joke. Professor Harlow was getting on. Sixty? A bulky shape and an...