Room 2D

From Roué 26 Frightened, tearful soft thighs twitching, trembling hands between her knees, Pushing skirt folds even deeper, Pressing hard in case she pees. Julie’s waiting for a spanking, Sitting there outside his room, Poor scared Julie sitting, squirming, Waiting for the crack of doom. Through the closed door of his study, Come the gasps and sudden squeals, Crisp hard smacks on Susan’s botty, Making Susan kick her heels. Julie winces at the wailing, Softly wriggling chubby bum, Thinks of Susan, long legs flailing, Tight against Headmaster’s tum. Now there’s only Susan’s sobbing, Teacher’s hand has ceased to smack, Julie thinks of Sue’s sore bottom, And her nerve begins to crack. Fingers fumble at the door jamb, Key’s inserted, door lock clicks, Winsome teenaged pretty Julie, Eases crotch of tight brief knicks. Oak door opens, out comes Susan, Hot flushed cheeks all wet with tears, Rubbing smarting crimson buttocks, Adding fuel t...

From Roué 25 Spanker’s Gallery this month is devoted to preparations… making things ready — something dear to the heart of every dedicated chastiser. How exactly is it to be done? Just how much undress, when, and by whom? The variations are of course unlimited and our artist has chosen to portray three for your delectation. ----//---- She knew the Latin homework he’d set had been difficult, but she’d been pretty sure at least some were answered correctly. But there were ten horridly ominous crosses in the exercise book with the mistakes underlined and then the fateful words he always wrote:-  See me after school. So here she was, all wide-eyed and trembling whilst he held the book up to remind her, his right hand easing the flies of his trouser tops. He’d locked the study door before he’d partially stripped her down to her vest and knickers and then taken her into the little side room… his ‘special’ room with just th...

From Roué 23 The Gallery, back again in this issue, concerns itself this time with a particular theme; girls punished in groups. Illustrators interested in the punished female sit-upon frequently depict their girls in situations where several stages of a disciplinary encounter can be shown in the same drawing. The illustration which we have included this time where the girl is being tugged by her shorts through a doorway makes this point very well. Though she herself is yet to be punished, the probable outcome of her interview with the person utilising the cane in that novel way is not in doubt. There in the middle distance is, in effect, another picture of the self-same girl as she will be when the cane has done its work. Every picture therefore can indeed tell a story, and doesn’t necessarily fail in this objective by leaving out the actual application of the disciplinary instrument to the girl’s bottom. The other drawings in this section approach the matter in another way, lea...

From Roué 19 The drawing on this page, offered for consideration some years ago by a collector and previously unpublished by this magazine, has found a niche now that three later drawings by the same artist. The time gap between the execution of the pieces has added a new dimension to an assessment of the four drawings. It should be said that, although a number of drawings by this same artist have been unveiled to an appreciative readership in the Gallery, the gentleman whose pencil has traced the outlines of these delightful girls with such understanding, not to say relish, has thus far remained something of an enigma to us, since we have not been able to communicate directly with him nor commission work from his free-flowing pen. The first drawing, when compared with the others, does admittedly suffer from the excellence of the more recent illustrations. Clearly there has been a considerable refinement in the artist’s skil...

From Roué 18. The rather nice main gallery is at the end of this (somewhat unconnected) story. After a few weeks in Paris Julie-Anne realised she’d never been so happy at any time in her life as she was now, living as an English au pair with Monsieur et Madame Loiseau. She loved the little room they’d given her in their luxurious second floor apartment near the Opera; she could look out of the window of this pretty dark blue room with its heavy velvet curtains and ornate oval mirror and antique furniture and drink in the marvellously  different  atmosphere of these attractive streets. She had grown very fond of the Loiseaus’ two-year-old daughter, whom she had to look after, and although placed  in loco parentis  her employers seemed more like her friends. They were cultured, intelligent, sophisticated people, a far cry from her own parents; they paid her a good wage, bought her clothes and small presents, ...