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From Blushes 29 I never know in advance if it will be my lover, the Master, who comes to me, or another sent by him. Tonight, at the Meeting, he was kind and smiling, so I am led to hope it will be him. But all I can do is wait and hope, for I must do his bidding, whether I wish it or not. So it is decreed, for I am his. It is the third hour of the morning, and I can tell from the silence that has fallen on this great house that the Meeting is over, the Brothers and Sisters gone home or retired to their rooms to pursue the unceasing search. My Master is my one and only lover, and I am his to command as he desires. Through my Vow of Obedience, I have taken many others in his place, but they have all been him, a succession of faces and bodies and grasping hands, all him beneath the flesh, all him! This great room echoes with silence, resonances of the past almost audible as I stand and wait for the door to open on my lover. My...

A classic CalStar video. Released: 1998 Two choirgirls, Mary and Teresa, are summoned by the Vicar’s wife for a good telling off and some old-fashioned discipline. The girls have obviously been out night clubbing despite repeated appeals from the Vicar not to do so. Their heavy drinking sessions have caused their voices to go out of tune, and this ruins the good work of the other singers. A hard hand-spanking followed with a firm paddling with the standard church issue hard leather tawse seems more than ample deterrent to the girls while they nurse their sore bottoms. But the Vicar’s wife is an extremely stern woman and was brought up in a house where the cane is the ultimate deterrent. Knowing that both girls are desperate to perform in the church choir for Teresa’s sister’s wedding just next week, she orders the crying girls to bend over and take the cane. Being the ring-leader, Teresa must take more than 30 hard strokes w...

Two more Alan Bell drawings unearthed by Uncle George. A couple of church-related ones from a single Justice magazine. The first one is titled Four-Star Treatment : An intriguing set up in a vestry/ringing chamber with four young ladies (choirgirls?), three in stockings and one in socks, very clearly under the control of a portly, balding older man (the choirmaster, vicar or verger?) wearing some sort of bib or tabard. One girl has already been neatly folded into a loop in a bell-rope, knickers down, with a cane dangling from the end of the rope. From the stripes on her bottom, it looks like it has already been used. The man, meanwhile, is busy getting a second blushing girl into a similar position. Her surplice with a frilled ruff is the clearest sign that these may be choirgirls. In the background, the other two girls appear to have already been dealt with. Their surplices are hanging on pegs, their knickers are down and their...

The second part, from Uniform Girls 14 The well-oiled lock of the oak door of St Martha’s Retreat opening smoothly to Father James’s key. Opening and then closing again behind the monk and his young postulant companion. The equally well-oiled bolt sliding into place. No interruptions were wanted while this beauteous young woman was at her devotions. Not half-an-hour ago Father James had been in here with the girl’s visitor, one of the infrequent visits the nuns were allowed. And by some quirk of chance her knickers, removed in an earlier devotion, had been carelessly left lying on the sofa. For the Reverend Father to snatch up quick-wittedly before they caught the visitor’s eye. That was the reason, or the excuse, that she was here again: that error — though it had not been her doing but that of the other monk, Brother Oswald. Not that knickers being taken off was in any way rare or unusual at the Priory of St Ethelberga. A new ...

First part of two, from Uniform Girls 14 The sound of crisp, clear voices soaring above the more sombre tones of the organ. Female voices chanting in joyful unison as they had no doubt done in these ancient stone walls over hundreds of years. Father James smiled at his visitor. ‘They will be at practice for another 30 minutes. The human voice is a truly marvellous instrument, is it not, Mr Whitford? And I always think especially the female voice. Yes: the sound of angels. When trained, of course, to bring it into its full flowering. Brother Oswald does an outstanding job with them. But it is a labour of love; he is a wonderfully dedicated man.’ The visitor, Anthony Whitford, murmured assent. The soaring voices were marvellous. How many would there be? A dozen was it he had been told, nuns and novitiates, in this small daughter house of the Order. One of their number his own niece, Alison, whom he had come to visit today. ...