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A Ritual Caning (AI enhanced)

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A second AI enhanced repost of a favourite story. Here is the Mr Balcher story A Ritual Caning . From Blushes Supplement 23, the first part of the Mr Balcher trilogy. Mr Balcher is the archetypal Blushes school caretaker: grubby, furtive, manipulative, dirty-minded, exploitative and — in this case — armed with a tube of Ralgex. Poor Sharon Smithfield… Perhaps the best description of the man is nondescript. There is nothing remarkable about him, nothing noteworthy, unless it were his very nondescriptness. Well, there are his feet, which are certainly larger than the norm: large for his height and build which are very much average. The large feet are in scuffed black shoes; distinctly unpolished. The rest of him is distinctly unpolished too: a rumpled old sports jacket over a not-very-clean, cuff-frayed shirt , and baggy unpressed trousers. Oxfam would kit a man out a lot better than this. The man himself, this nondescript individua...

The Red Belt of Saint Ethelburga

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The second part, from Uniform Girls 14 The well-oiled lock of the oak door of St Martha’s Retreat opening smoothly to Father James’s key. Opening and then closing again behind the monk and his young postulant companion. The equally well-oiled bolt sliding into place. No interruptions were wanted while this beauteous young woman was at her devotions. Not half-an-hour ago Father James had been in here with the girl’s visitor, one of the infrequent visits the nuns were allowed. And by some quirk of chance her knickers, removed in an earlier devotion, had been carelessly left lying on the sofa. For the Reverend Father to snatch up quick-wittedly before they caught the visitor’s eye. That was the reason, or the excuse, that she was here again: that error — though it had not been her doing but that of the other monk, Brother Oswald. Not that knickers being taken off was in any way rare or unusual at the Priory of St Ethelberga. A new ...