Room 2D

Another nice one-off comic strip by Paula Meadows, from Janus 30

From Uniform Girls 27 ‘Sally! Come in here!’ She scuttled into the office, her heartbeat already rising. ‘This is a telex from Mr Marshall; and he is very annoyed!’ Sally pursed her lips. She couldn’t think why Mr Marshall should have been in touch… about her. What on earth had she done wrong now? ‘You remember that conference call to New York, yesterday afternoon?’ Sally nodded. It had been her last major job of the day. ‘What happened at the end of it?’ Sally suddenly remembered. The call had lasted ages, and she had slipped out to make some coffee; then Mr Jones in Personnel had seen her in the corridor about a file; and after that… well… it had been time to go home… ‘You left the line open, didn’t you? And open it remained until the International Operator rang Head Office to check!’ Sally’s manager stood up, and briskly cleared his desk-top, collecting the paperwork and placing it in a neat pile above a filing cabinet. ‘The ...

I recently came across a delightful site called  SpankLit Stories containing a collection of well written original spanking stories, most of them with a retro feel. I highly recommend it. Here's a sample of what's on offer. When Mrs Tuppington discovers a romantic note in her husband’s office, she feels certain that she’s uncovered a scandal. But rebellious secretary, Miss Angela Lacey, is the one who ends up being uncovered, and finds herself on the receiving end of a thorough spanking! In this workplace tale of disciplinary rules and administrative rulers, modesty is preserved by only the thinnest of margins… In the boardroom of Tuppington & Son, an air of hushed solemnity presided as the veneered wall clock ticked through the last few seconds before Friday morning’s staff meeting was due to begin. The company’s three secretaries took their places along the polished mahogany table. In unique ways, they each embodied a distinct feminine style. Miss Perkins, the elde...

From Blushes 39 Brrrinnnggg. Brrinnnnggg. The phone. Again. Stanley Cardew mutters an expletive under his breath. He has only just replaced the receiver. With an anguished expression he picks it up again. It is a good job he is not an excitable man. ‘Hello. Cardew Partners.’ Forcing his voice into polite, sympathetic tones. He listens. Rolling his eyes. He has heard it before, so many times. The basic problem is that demand greatly exceeds supply. One might imagine in broadly economic terms that for a supplier this would be an ideal situation. But it is not. It simply creates unending hassle, agitation, aggravation. ‘I’m very sorry.’ The tones are kept meek and apologetic. ‘I’m afraid we simply do not have anyone. At the moment.’ There follows the usual response. No one will accept this answer. They all assume there is at least one who must be free. One who is being kept for an especially favoured client. And why should she b...