Room 2D

Story from Blushes Supplement 20, which feels like a R.T. Mason one. ‘It’s hot,’ Antonia said fanning herself. ‘It’s too hot.’ It was hot, certainly, as it usually is on a June afternoon in southern Italy. Hot and sultry but nothing Antonia wasn’t used to; she had only come 40 kilometres from her own home to this, her father’s brother’s father-in-law’s place. And Uncle Paolo’s house was no hotter than the one she had grown up in. No, it was more just something to say. Small talk… She only saw Uncle Paolo occasionally, or had in the past, so he was partly a stranger and she felt awkward in his company. And there was also the matter of why she was here; why she had come to stay with him. Antonia knew the reason though it hadn’t actually been spelt out. That alone was enough to make her nervous, to feel the need to say something. But perhaps on reflection what she had said was not the best of openers, in the circumstances. For th...

A story from Blushes 20 bearing the hallmarks of R.T. Mason. It features the lovely Samantha Richards, who wrote to the Janus website regarding her modelling experience – see Memories of a Blushes Spanking Model . The grounds were kept as they had been many years before, before the revolution, modelled on those of the English leisured classes. Paved walks and well-kept lawns… a summer house protection against the sun and rain. For the climate here, away from the fiercer winters to the north, was not un-English and there could be those long rainy days in summer. Outside the grounds though, it wasn’t England; it was Russian forest, with beyond that, a collective farm. The girl stood by the weathered summer house. Teenaged, 17 in fact, tallish and shapely in a white dress against the rather dull spring day. A palely pretty face framed by dark curling hair, she also, without too much stretch of the imagination, could have been the daughter of some English aristocrat. In fact Tanya Sergev...

From Blushes Supplement 18, another R.T.Mason-style story ‘We can go together,’ Diane had said. ‘Then it won’t be so bad. Safety in numbers.’ It sounded like a good idea. They looked through the lists in the papers. As usual there were lots of advertisers offering places for girls to do their Community Service and a number of them were prepared to take two girls. There was not a lot to go on in choosing, though, because they all gave only bare details and tended to say the same things. Good home for a girl doing her Community Service. Pleasant surroundings. Excellent discipline practised. They all said that because that was the point of Community Service. Discipline. A girl had to have a taste of it after school, at the still formative age of 18. The country did not want to produce delinquents and disorderly elements, as in the past, but responsible young citizens. Hence the prescribed periods of Community Service, a three-month p...

A story bearing the hallmarks of R.T. Mason, from Blushes 30 Girls’ skirts were colour-coded: royal blue for 18-year-olds, a deep plum red for 19-year-olds and a bottle green for those aged 20. The skirts were very short and pleated, reaching just about to mid-thigh: top-of-stocking height. Stockings (white ones) were in fact worn on more formal occasions together with white high heels; otherwise it would be white knee-socks and sneakers. A white blouse went with all three colours of skirt. On top of this could be worn, if the weather warranted it, a grey cardigan or, in winter, a straight grey top-coat. The latter of course meant that it was necessary to open a girl’s coat to check her age group. There had been some talk of introducing a colour-coded top-coat or perhaps a badge or belt of an identifying colour, but as yet no firm decision on this had been made. But anyway, those with an interest, i.e. male citizens over the age...