Room 2D

A photo-story featuring Lucy Bailey from Privilege Club 13 She knew that she was in deepest trouble. Her offence was considered among the gravest a senior girl could commit. She had been instructed to report precisely on time, smartly dressed in Academy uniform, nails polished, hair swept back from forehead as regulations decreed, the books she had been studying in late prep tucked neatly under her arm. Breathlessly she paused outside the daunting door, waiting agonising minutes until the exact moment when she must announce her presence. Her heart slammed, her mouth was dry, her legs felt weak and wobbly. She didn’t feel like Judith Parslowe any more, captain of netball and Classics scholar: her name had dissolved into the mute and terrified entity she had become — a frightened miscreant reporting for the most serious punishment the Academy could administer short of outright banishment. It was time. She lifted her hand and b...

The last of her diary entries, from Privilege Club 15 Little Girl Lost I like to wander alone through the woods during the long, lazy afternoons of the school holidays. I have always loved the woods. The leaves crunch and crackle beneath my bare feet. Trees rustle and whisper their secrets to me and I share mine with them. The woods are a dark place, a place of intimacy, my place. Thick with a private magic. Here, time has frozen. I can abandon myself to the erotic conjurings of my imagination. Maybe these are the forests of Sherwood and I have come, with gallant whims, to join Robin Hood in his quest. His Merry Men laugh at such a feisty but foolish child. Their mirth is even greater when Robin himself takes a rod to my bottom before sending me home, in tears of shame, to my Mother. Or maybe I am a Victorian serving girl, shirking her duties to meander idly through her Master’s gaming land. Perhaps he will catch me and...

From Privilege Club 14 Extract from the Editor’s Letter: … It’s good, too, to see our naughty nymphet Christina Winchester attracting her own share of attention. Christina is a dear girl, and is genuinely moved and delighted to hear from well-wishers. One gentleman from beyond these shores sent her a gift of two beautifully crafted paddles, which caught her vivid imagination and inspired her latest Diary entry which appears in this issue. As well as being a passionate spankophile, Christina is also an excellent actress and dancer. She has a singing voice too, and there must be many a reader who would love to hear that sweet soprano hitting top C in the course of dealing with her for provocative behaviour! Christina Winchester wishes to thank the kind reader who sent her the beautiful hand-made paddles, and to assure him that they will indeed be put to use for the purpose that they were intended, whether she likes it or no! ...