Room 2D

A nice story from Roué 2. Sadly no pictures. The little upstairs room is bathed in the light of the afternoon sun, shining on the yellow patterned wallpaper and glinting on a pair of gold-rimmed spectacles behind which two bright and eager eyes stare unblinkingly. A bird twitters outside, and the sound of the steady flow of traffic floats in through the half-open window. Quietly, the softest and most poignant of sounds, a half-stifled catching of the breath whispers from between two petulant lips. Two eyes, red-rimmed yet alarmingly pretty, wander from the close-up texture of the sunlit wallpaper to the shiny leather strap which pat-pat-pats against the coverlet of the bed, and then to the ticking bedside clock, and finally to the eyes which still glitter menacingly behind the spectacles. ‘P-please —?’ The eyes flicker to her face. ‘What is it?’ ‘Can I p-pull my knickers up now please?’ ‘Have you learnt your lesson then?’

A nice little story from Roué 13 Violet was seventeen, born pretty and born lucky. In eight months at her new school Violet had never had the cane — until today. She knew only what she’d been told by some of the other girls, and the thing that had stuck in her mind was that getting caned  hurt ! They had all been most emphatic about that! Of the ritual a girl had to go through, down here in Mr Morgan’s hidey-hole next to the boiler room, she knew nothing. Wide-eyed and trembling she had simply followed the Deputy Head’s directions, and was now standing semi-naked, or at least that’s how it felt, in blouse and tie and knickers and socks and shoes and a warm, pink blush. Her hands were clasped on top of her head, which lifted her breasts so that they pushed out and let her see the pertness of her nipples resenting the closeness of the cotton blouse confining them. There was little she could do to stop her tits making such a display

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Story from Roué 3 Night duty. Men’s Surgical, Sister Evans. Oh God! P’raps I’ll go sick, say I’ve got the ‘flu. She’ll know I’m avoiding her. I’ve got to face it sometime though. But — Oh Hell! I wish I’d never done it! But I had to, didn’t I? I don’t know, p’raps I didn’t have to. P’raps there might have been some other way. Oh Christ! And it was only one bottle. One lousy bottle of pills. And now she’s going to —. But I’ll have to turn up, no matter what. Because if I don’t, p’raps she’ll tell Matron, and Matron’ll tell the Police —. And I didn’t even get the money. That sod didn’t pay me. I could kill him. And that Beryl, she’s the one who split on me. Oh God! What a bloody awful predicament. On the ward. Sister Evans with an odd, satisfied kind of smile on her face. She’s going to, I  know  it! She did it to Allison, and she only nicked some money out of a locker. Oh Lord! I haven’t got a hope. And Allison said it was aw