Room 2D

A spot of poetry, from Roué 2, referenced by Uncle George in his comments on a Culver original . A summer school-day, and it’s quarter past four, Timid and pale, Rosie knocks on the door. A familiar voice summons, she enters the room, The sight of the cane sounds the loud knell of doom. The lecture is brief, all heard before, This isn’t the first time she’s been through that door. The stern old Headmaster, wielding his cane, Prevails upon pretty Miss Rosemary Payne To lift up her skirt and reach down to the floor, And to take down her navy blue knickers once more. ‘For the third time this month, mark you!’ says the Head, ‘And mark you I shall, as I’ve already said.’ ‘I gave you fair warning, only last week, And now I shall cane you for having the cheek To ignore impositions, judiciously set, It seems you must learn that you’re not teacher’s pet!’ Five hundred lines, which Alas! she’s forgotten, And now she must bend for lines caned on her bottom. She shuffles her feet, her plump buttoc...

From Roué 26 Frightened, tearful soft thighs twitching, trembling hands between her knees, Pushing skirt folds even deeper, Pressing hard in case she pees. Julie’s waiting for a spanking, Sitting there outside his room, Poor scared Julie sitting, squirming, Waiting for the crack of doom. Through the closed door of his study, Come the gasps and sudden squeals, Crisp hard smacks on Susan’s botty, Making Susan kick her heels. Julie winces at the wailing, Softly wriggling chubby bum, Thinks of Susan, long legs flailing, Tight against Headmaster’s tum. Now there’s only Susan’s sobbing, Teacher’s hand has ceased to smack, Julie thinks of Sue’s sore bottom, And her nerve begins to crack. Fingers fumble at the door jamb, Key’s inserted, door lock clicks, Winsome teenaged pretty Julie, Eases crotch of tight brief knicks. Oak door opens, out comes Susan, Hot flushed cheeks all wet with tears, Rubbing smarting crimson buttocks, Adding fuel t...