Room 2D

Five days in the life of a private secretary. From Janus 16 It was tough luck being a secretary on a low budget. So Serena James took a new position as Confidential PA to Mr Huttersby. A big accountant guy. Now she had a high salary but, as Mr H repeatedly declared,  she was on trial!  Waiting for the boss to enter his office… MONDAY ‘Serena!’ ‘Yes, Mr Huttersby. Good morning, sir. Would you like some coffee?’ she chirped as breezily as her genitals felt. God, how she fancied him! ‘Serena!’ ‘You’re here to work, girl! You’re still on trial! Whatever do you think you’re doing wearing that outrageous outfit? It’s formal dress for the office — I’ve already warned you about it!  PASS ME MY CANE. ’ ‘Knickers down, Serena.’ ‘I’m sorry sir, I really am. Please let me off, I forgot…’ ‘This will teach you to remember.  KNEEL ON THE CHAIR! ’ Serena thought it was exciting, exposing her bottom to her boss....

A vintage Alan Bell video Review from spankingfilmreview.com: M/f; time: 13 minutes Very early film in the CP genre, we suspect, one step from when spanking films were sold in brown paper bags from under the counter. Crude production values with the feel of a porno smoker. Jennifer Greenwood has been called into a supervisor’s office at work. Actor Alan Bell plays her boss and reads her performance record. She has been spanked before for infractions, and he is going to have his way with her again before putting her to work as his secretary. She is directed to pull up her skirt and pull down her panties, very slowly, while she faces us. Naughty, brief girly stuff, probably at a premium on film when this was made. Excellent shots of her embarrassed and frightened face. Bell carefully positions her OTK; closeup views of her bare bottom, a crisp moderate handspanking. Next phase: she stands; ‘You can take your skirt off....

Photo-story from Janus 87 featuring Luna Winter Part I Summer in Suburbia. A young woman in trouble. big trouble. Aloof and leggy, dignified, smart; chilled despite the day’s warmth. What is he going to do to her? Perhaps, even now, she could talk her way out. He asked her, told her, to dress ‘revealingly’ when she came to see him today — a jibe at her feminist principles? ‘Espionage,’ he said it was. Clearly he is not as inept as she thought him. My God, a worm like that! Boss or no boss, at every turn she has let him know exactly what she thought of him. Now this! Raven hair bobbing, red lips set, she reaches his house door. It stands ajar. She hesitates, remembering with chagrin what has brought her to this point. ‘Miss Amaro!’ he rapped one morning last week. No ‘excuse me, Loretta’. Had the worm turned? ‘The copy you made of that classified investment document when you thought, incorrectly, that I was out of the o...