Room 2D

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By Andrew Grantham from Janus 160 Wendy Baker, the Principal of St Priscilla’s, surveyed the just-bared bottom of the attractive eighteen-year-old bent over in front of her. It was a delectably full bottom, perfectly ripe for the punishment which deservedly awaited it. The vale dividing the succulently-rounded buttocks was long and deep. Excellently-sculpted thighs supported Sophie Smith’s luscious rear. The short-haired, blonde girl’s peach-shaped sex cleft was blatantly exposed due to her feet being planted some distance apart. Some of St Priscilla’s delinquents tried, in vain, to conceal their intimate treasure, but Sophie Smith had never attempted to do so. It was her third caning. Miss Baker; an attractive, highly-qualified, young woman wondered whether the girl would ever mend her ways. Sophie had become, very much, a disruptive influence at St Priscilla’s. As Wendy shuffled into position behind the girl, she briefly...

A cute video with Vicky Maxwell and her mate from Face the Music . Schoolgirl Donna has accidentally witnessed Miss [Smith] caning one of the other teachers in a sapphic manner and is rightly concerned that she is likely to get the same treatment herself for having spied on them. Very amateur hour acting but lovely to see more of these two beauties nonetheless.

Story from Blushes Supplement 6 ‘He b…b…beat me!,’ Jane howled. Sitting in one of the four twin-bedded dorms, she rocked back and forth with her hands over her face — ‘All right, now, all right,’ Linda soothed, plumping her own firm young bottom down on the same bed and circling the other girl’s shoulders with a comforting arm. ‘He didn’t really, Jane, and we don’t use that word here. It was a tawse, wasn’t it — a thick strap with a split end to it?’ ‘It doesn’t matter wh…what it was,’ sobbed Jane, disregarding her companion’s arm and falling sideways so that her tear-streaked cheek rested on the pillow, her body twisted awkwardly. It was bad enough that she had been made to bring her Sixth Form uniform to wear here and — worse — to have discovered when she had first opened her suitcase on arrival that all her dinky, pastel-coloured panties had been removed before she left and replaced with blue serge ones that she never seen be...