Room 2D

From Uniform Girls 2 At the last smack, Edwin watched the plump young cheeks quiver, tighten, and relax again. Where the honey-tinged furrow separated the half peaches of pinkly-glowing flesh, his forefinger rested and soothed gently for a moment while broken sobs came from the girl who hung across his lap. ‘That, Jennifer, was for not washing your surplice or, if you did, for not doing it thoroughly. As senior girl in the choir, I expect you to set an example. And no, you do not get up yet, do you?’ Edwin asked suavely, affording the blushing globe another though slightly less-stinging Smack! and bringing a ‘ Nee-ow! ’ followed by a sobbing hiss of ‘S…sorry, sir.’ Palms flat on the floor, her hair having long tumbled forward to cloud her face, Jennifer waited while the would-be soothing hand impressed the hot sparks of chastisement deeper into her silk-smooth flesh. At seventeen and a half, she had long learned that it was pa

Story from Roué 3. We meet Ossie from  Reverend’s Reverse  again. Lucy had been taken away from home now, and was living with him, so now there would be four. He sat up at the attic window, looking out over the late autumn colours, seeing beyond the almost leafless branches the white walls and red tiles of Fairleigh. Twice a week, so Lucy had said. And now there were four. The sky looked heavy, and sodden with rain. The white walls were luminous against the overcast sky. So that would mean eight. Eight times a week, on average, now that there were four. The rain began to patter, quietly at first, then more insistently, trickling down the small glass panes and distorting the distant image. So that would mean that tonight, perhaps even right now, the probability existed that one of the four might — might be —. Statistically speaking, that was. He filled his pipe from his pouch. The rain trickled down the glass. The rain might have