Room 2D

Story from Janus 56 by Richard Manton The romance of Leon and his two young mistresses ran the full course of the Cirque Eden’s summer season at Cabourg, in the last days of the  belle époque . Against a sea that was millpond-smooth, the white caps of the tents rose among the trees of the Parc des Princes. Throughout the well-kept streets of the fashionable resort the gaudy posters were filled by trumpets and horses, bare-legged girls and Bengal tigers. All day the summer tide lay glittering and languid beyond the sands. At dusk the coloured lamps of the promenade and the windows of the Grand Hotel shimmered and flickered like Aladdin’s treasure on the whispering water. From the white steam-yachts anchored in a line, a beat of music and the laughter of dinner parties carried to the esplanade, where the wives of brokers and lawyers paraded in dresses of butterfly elegance. At night the Parc des Princes belonged to...

Detention Room II is an AI- and collage-art tribute to the incomparable Wendy East and Sarah Denton of Janus . Officiating is Alan Bell, star of Detention Room and leading light at Roue and Blushes during the golden era of spanking magazines and videos. Mr Jardine, Head of a corrective institute for teenage girls, is legendary for having given 18-year-olds Wendy and Sarah plenty to think about in Janus 39 (see the original The Return of Mr Jardine and it’s AI-enhanced version ). Now Mr Bell traverses magazine titles as Jardine’s colleague, a Form Master determined to punish the girls further. Mr Bell’s reputation as a formidable disciplinarian precedes him. The girls anticipate their ordeal. Sarah is first for a soundly smacked bottom. Mr Bell tells her that although she may keep her knickers on for her warm-up he’ll soon be taking them down. Mr Bell is heavier set than his colleague Jardine, and even more sadistic. Sarah feels the difference when smacked on the bare by this Blus...

By Tim Starfield from Februs 6 What am I doing here? Well, that’s two questions really, isn’t it. One practical, one psychological. To deal with the practicalities first. What I’m actually doing, right now, is looking intently at a small speck of dirt under the third fingernail of my left hand. I don’t suppose anyone else would notice it; it has only swum into my consciousness in the last thirty seconds or so, and I’ve been staring at the backs of my hands now for about an hour-and-a-half. I’ve also had plenty of time to inspect the rest of my rather limited field of vision. This comprises a white sheet, a brass bed-head, an expanse of white-painted wall, halfway up which there is a small Victorian photograph of an unsmiling family group. Mother, father, and two daughters, glowering glum and stiff-necked into the future. The frame is jet black. I can also see, on either side of the bed, that there is grey cord carpet on the fl...