Room 2D

From Blushes 50, the denouement of the story follows… John Jordan poured himself a large Scotch, the palm of his right hand still tingling from the explosive hand-spanking of young Jane. She was still in her birthday suit, standing by the front windows, hands on her head, her bottom glowing with the results of his handiwork. Somewhere in the distance, in another room of the large house, the sounds of a second punishment could still be heard. The usual surprised squeals of a cheeky young madam having her bottom smacked. It was perhaps Christine, the silly young thing who was the subject of Jordan’s investigations; or possibly the maid, receiving the first sound smacking of her young life. He opened the door, and looked along the passageway towards the kitchens, waiting for the punishment to cease, or at least to pause for a moment. ‘Charles?’ he called. The young man replied, a little breathlessly. ‘Bring the maid in here, please.’

A spanking whodunnit from Blushes 50. The clock in the stableyard had just struck twelve. Inside the old house, the door to the lounge was being opened. Soft bare feet with neatly manicured toes walking slowly but purposefully across the carpet. The hint of shining well-groomed hair lit fleetingly in the low glow of the dying fire. Slim feminine figure bending low over the corner bureau, examining documents in the near-darkness. A file being carried across to the long table, contents being quickly sorted. Eyes more accustomed now to the low light. Slim figure of a nubile young girl. Pretty floral-patterned pyjamas. Vague wafting scent from recently-talcumed body. Intent on her study of private documents. Unaware of the lounge door opening again, silently on well-oiled hinges. Outstretched palm of a hand pressing firmly down on her back, the fingers touching her between her shoulder blades, holding her down against the cold table-t