Room 2D

Culver’s second variation on the theme of Spankers Gallery - The Artist takes inspiration from the old comics Dandy, Beano, etc. It was Art time in the Girls’ Upper Sixth, and Millie the Minx, 18, was busy drawing a picture at her desk. There was no uniform requirement at Whack Street Comprehensive, so Millie was wearing her red-and-black stripy top, black skirt and boots. Her fulsome tits strained tight against her top, and her peachy bum filled out her skirt a treat. Millie scribbled away furiously, licking her lips. Her best chums sat around her and giggled: Penny the Peril, Tess the Terrible, ‘Corky’ Cass and ‘Keyhole’ Kath. They were also all 18, wildly pretty and precocious: a muddle of wacky hairstyles, lithe bodies, tight crop tops, micro skirts and denim cut-off shorts. ‘MINX! FRONT! NOW!’ bellowed Mr Snodgrass from the front of the room. The old master, in his tweed jacket and crooked mortarboard, looked very fierce. Millie only smirked. ‘Righto, sir!’ she said...

The last of her diary entries, from Privilege Club 15 Little Girl Lost I like to wander alone through the woods during the long, lazy afternoons of the school holidays. I have always loved the woods. The leaves crunch and crackle beneath my bare feet. Trees rustle and whisper their secrets to me and I share mine with them. The woods are a dark place, a place of intimacy, my place. Thick with a private magic. Here, time has frozen. I can abandon myself to the erotic conjurings of my imagination. Maybe these are the forests of Sherwood and I have come, with gallant whims, to join Robin Hood in his quest. His Merry Men laugh at such a feisty but foolish child. Their mirth is even greater when Robin himself takes a rod to my bottom before sending me home, in tears of shame, to my Mother. Or maybe I am a Victorian serving girl, shirking her duties to meander idly through her Master’s gaming land. Perhaps he will catch me and...

From Roué 37 Miss Glover had her own special brand of punishing inattentive pupils. Unlike the vast majority of her fellow members of staff she, more often than not, wouldn’t resort to chastising talkative and giggling girls. Instead, she would order the miscreant to stand in the corner. Although this never failed to set off a bout of sniggering from the girl’s classmates (possibly the reason for the punishment in the first place), the woman revelled in the humiliation suffered by the girl in question. Standing there at the front of the class and facing the wall was indeed a most embarrassing thing for a girl of sixteen to have to do. It was the sort of punishment a junior or infant pupil would be more likely to be made to undergo. And it was because of this very fact that Miss Glover chose this particular method of disciplining her charges. It had been during a discussion on the greats of Russian literature that such a course of action was called for. Deeming the relative merits o...

Photo-story from Blushes 88 featuring Vicky Maxwell and the model who looks like she might be her sister. Mr Malving, senior English master at Fairgrove School, had a cottage in France, in the Cevennes, a lovely unspoiled wooded region in the south-west, and each year he took four or five sixth formers there for a week’s holiday. Five was the most he said he could comfortably get in his estate but quite frequently it would be just four, always two girls and two boys. Mr Malving’s invitations were extended seemingly in a purely personal way; that is it wasn’t only people studying French at A Level. If there was any basis on which these invitations were made it seemed to be that the girls were always particularly nice-looking ones. And then if those girls had boyfriends at the school they were also invited. When there were occasionally five rather than four it was jokingly said that the third girl was for Mr Making — because it wa...