Room 2D

Photo-story from Janus 157 with Leia-Ann Woods When Hilary Hanbury -Boyce died recently, the village mourned. Even the girls with whom she had so uncompromisingly dealt up at the ‘big house’ felt a strange regret at the passing of this fair but firm martinet, wielder of the slipper, strap, hairbrush and cane on their tender young bottoms. The strict lady, who accepted no nonsense and punished all wrongdoers sent to her with a method and severity hardly known in these modern times, was gone. But if the village girls thought they would henceforth be safe from the kind of punitive retribution that had been dished out on a regular basis by that peerless lady, they were in for a surprise. As, indeed, was a distant cousin of Hilary’s, named Royston Arnold. Royston was a man of letters, sage, broadcaster, bon viveur and promoter of the arts. A confirmed bachelor, he hadn’t seen Hilary for several years, for they met only rarely, usuall...

From Roué 43. This was the last ever Spankers Gallery feature. Biology had never been one of Cindy Bracewell’s strongest subjects. Had her teacher — even every now and then — chosen to deal with the workings of the human body instead of waffling on about the wonder of frogspawn or the miracles of the kingdom of plants, she might have shown something bordering on interest. As it was, she never failed to be bored in the extreme by Mr Reed’s weekly sessions in the lab. This particular lesson had been no exception; indeed, Cindy’s inattentiveness had caused the teacher to instruct her to report back to the laboratory at the end of the school day. This was by no means a rare event; Mr Reed quite often had the leggy, blonde-haired, blue-eyed sixth-former report to him, and these visits usually resulted in Cindy being set extra homework — such as a thousand-word essay on the reproductive system of the monitor lizard. Cindy’s final lesson finished early, and when making her way along to ...