Room 2D

From Fessée 8 Sadly no suggestions came in for this one. Perhaps someone might venture an explanation via the Comments section…

The day after Monica’s caning by Mr Hollis , from Uniform Girls 15 ‘Good girl,’ said Mr Hollis, coming in and closing the door behind him. ‘Good. Yes, well, I like to make sure a girl’s really learnt her lesson. Otherwise she may imagine that a single beating is just a little aberration. And that nice new Mr Hollis didn’t really mean it. Yes?’ They were back there. Back in Monica’s form room. The very next day after school. Mr Hollis had seen her at lunch time. And told her. He wanted to see her again after school. Just in her uniform, no need for tennis shorts this time. And yes she could keep her knickers on. ‘No need to tell anyone, we can keep it nice and quiet.’ That was what he had said after that unbelievably awful business yesterday. ‘No need to tell anyone. I rather like to catch girls by surprise, unawares. Quite soon the message gets round without anyone actually mentioning details. Mr Hollis is not to be trifled with

From Uniform Girls 15 ‘ ‘And who might you be, young lady?’ he asked. ‘Blayne, Sir. Monica Blayne.’ She knew who he was of course. Mr Hollis, the new headmaster. Since that morning. Which was why he didn’t know who Monica was, or presumably anyone else. She smiled: a tallish, darkly pretty girl of 17. ‘Monica Blayne. Ah yes. Captain of Tennis I believe.’ Monica flushed slightly. He knew that much then. He’d been doing his homework. ‘Yes sir,’ she said. Mr Hollis wasn’t bad looking for someone that age. And certainly younger looking than Mr Pringle, his predecessor. Amanda Smithers when they’d first seen him in Assembly this morning had said, ‘Oooohh look…!’ Meaning, ‘Ooh look, isn’t he nice.’ Not that Monica fancied men that age. ‘Yes,’ said Mr Hollis. ‘Hence the tennis kit. Been practising?’ ‘Yes sir.’ Monica swung the racquet loosely to and fro. Mr Hollis seemed all right. Easy-going. Which had been one good thing you co

Video featuring the lovely Becky Jordan. A persistent offender at St Margaret’s School for Ladies is summoned before her headmistress. She is particularly perturbed when she hears that her own car has been the victim of the girl’s mindless vandalism. This is the final straw, and after giving her a bare-bottomed spanking in her office, she orders her outside where she is given a sound caning in the rain… In these shorties, CalStar gets right to the point, and this one is sweet. Delectable Miss Goodhead, a little blonde in pigtails, decked out in the official British schoolgirl garb, is going to feel it for tampering with cars in the school parking lot. A fabulous domme, school supervisor, someone to watch for in other videos, herself perfectly dressed in official conservative attire, will do the work. Goodhead is sent to the school common room for corporal punishment, with an essential sitting-on-the-bench, hand-wringing, nail bi

From Blushes 9 Lights out, the prowling housemaster’s footsteps outside the dormitory door came and long gone. Six of the eight girls in 7D fast asleep, a whispered conversation in a blanket-huddled bed. ‘Still tender?’ A slim hand inside pyjama bottoms, touching gently, skimming over warm young buttocks, lingering here and there where the cheeks feel faintly swollen. ‘Yes, sort of — it was horrible, Jenny. He made me take  everything  off — everything!’ ‘He would —’ Fingers wangling the waistband down over silky hips. ‘Better than being reported to Old Creepy though.’ ‘I know — I heard Chrissie Willis got a sixer from him every day for a week for smoking.’ Elastic waistband loose around knees, slipped down without any protest made. Another guarded whisper. ‘Turn on your back Sue —’ ‘The duty teacher might come, Jen — he might — sometimes he does —’ ‘Turn over —’ Slim legs smooth against each other, pyjama tops and bottoms twisted