Room 2D

From Janus 27 Francesca utterly loathes having to do any form of physical exercise. With a figure like hers it’s embarrassing trying to compete with her fellow pupils, plus she hates the exertion involved. She far prefers stuffing cream buns into her face — which she does at every available opportunity. At netball practice she hides around a corner hoping she won’t be noticed. But who’s this coming now but the Headmistress herself! ‘What’s this?! Trying to get out of netball practice again, Francesca? You should be thoroughly ashamed of yourself, you lazy girl! This is the third time this term I’ve caught you hiding around here! Do you never stop eating, you disgusting creature?! Follow me into the gymnasium at once!!’ Not for the first time today, Francesca the school fattie looks and sounds as if she’s about to be sick. ‘Over the horse with you, you useless good-for-nothing lump of lard! You know perfectly well that cuttin...

From Roué 43. This was the last ever Spankers Gallery feature. Biology had never been one of Cindy Bracewell’s strongest subjects. Had her teacher — even every now and then — chosen to deal with the workings of the human body instead of waffling on about the wonder of frogspawn or the miracles of the kingdom of plants, she might have shown something bordering on interest. As it was, she never failed to be bored in the extreme by Mr Reed’s weekly sessions in the lab. This particular lesson had been no exception; indeed, Cindy’s inattentiveness had caused the teacher to instruct her to report back to the laboratory at the end of the school day. This was by no means a rare event; Mr Reed quite often had the leggy, blonde-haired, blue-eyed sixth-former report to him, and these visits usually resulted in Cindy being set extra homework — such as a thousand-word essay on the reproductive system of the monitor lizard. Cindy’s final lesson finished early, and when making her way along to ...

From Roué 42 The rebellious nature of Samantha Jane Hollingshead was first brought to the attention of her Headmaster, Oswald Cantrell, during a chat with the school’s PT teacher, Amanda Luke. On one of his pre-prandial prowls around the establishment he had — as was his wont — popped his balding head around the door of the gymnasium changing rooms, and found the young woman in her office disposing of a pair of knickers. Like the gentleman he was, he cleared his throat discreetly. At first startled, Miss Luke, having regained her composure, welcomed the old man, who entered her office, his eyes focussing on the waste-paper basket wherein lay the feminine garment. Realising an explanation was called for, the woman told Mr Cantrell that one of the girls — the aforementioned Samantha Jane — had chosen to turn up for gym that morning without the regulation clothing. In answer to the questioning look on the man’s face, Miss Luke went on to expound upon her statement. ‘She did not have h...

From Roué 40 Every week upon the publication of the local paper Mrs Chandler would turn immediately to the classified ads section and, in particular, to the part headed  SERVICES . For two months she had scanned these columns in the hope that she would find a suitably qualified tutor for her daughter Debbie. Over this period she had replied to numerous advertisers only to learn that such people were few and far between. There had, however, been a couple who appeared to ‘come up to scratch’, but as these were men — and, since the circumstances which brought about her divorce, she didn’t trust the male species an inch — she declined their services. She had all but given up hope of finding a tutor for Debbie when one Thursday she came across the following advertisement:  TUITION OFFERED FOR GIRLS. MATHS UP TO ‘A’ LEVEL STANDARD. RECENTLY RETIRED BOARDING SCHOOL MISTRESS. FEES NEGOTIABLE ‘Phone: Hove …… Without delay she contacted the woman and a meeting between the two was ...

Story from Blushes 28. A follow-up of sorts to  The Cellar  and Sally-Anne . If a girl wasn’t conscientious about those things; rent, train fares, lunches — well, you could go without lunches, of course, and could even pretend that not having lunch was good for you, especially if you had a tendency to put on the odd pound or two. The odd pound or two — that was Sally’s weak point. Pounds; at the moment, actually, twenty three pounds, which was what she paid for her two rooms and half a bathroom, each week. Well, was  supposed  to pay, only — if a girl wasn’t conscientious about these things — Basil was pottering about in the cellar, tidying up. Hiding the evidence, more like; there was a dull rattle as he slid the slender cane, which he’d used on Sally’s bum, down behind a pipe which rose up the whitewashed wall to the gas meter. Behind a board in the joist-supported ceiling there was a little collection of th...

From Roué 39 Charles Penworthy, Headmaster, had for some time been on the look-out for a new broom. Geoffrey Watkins, appointed recently as Deputy Head and Geography teacher was that man. Like the Head, Mr Watkins was a staunch believer in strict discipline and all that it entails. ‘I couldn’t agree with you more, Headmaster,’ he had responded to the old boy’s observation that, ‘Youngsters today seem to think they can get away with murder.’ Watkins had spent the entire interview nodding at and agreeing with his prospective employer’s statements upon the lack of discipline and order and the need for a return to the age-old methods of corporal punishment. ‘This is an independent establishment, Watkins. Parents who send their girls here do so in the knowledge that CP will be employed when and if it is necessary. Yet I find that more and more of my staff are choosing to deal with disobedience and indiscipline in other, less efficient ways. Impositions, lines, detention — that sort of thi...

From Roué 39 It had gone on long enough. Something had to be done. It is one thing when a pupil disobeys school rules, but when that disobedience serves to cause the school’s Head embarrassment; undermines his authority, well, steps have to be taken. It had all started as a dare. The pupil in question, Emma Blake of 5B, presented herself at school on that Monday morning dressed in tight pink T-shirt and blue jeans. Taking the girl to one side, the Head quietly informed her that unless she returned home and changed into proper uniform she could not attend lessons that day. So, off went Emma, to return some two hours later correctly attired. A week later found Emma in morning assembly dressed in semi-transparent pale-blue blouse, red and white check skirt and stockings. Another word with the Head ensued, and Emma duly complied with the instruction to go home and change. During the next month Emma — to the delight of her friends ...

By Richard Manton from Janus 64 No one doubts that character can be told by face and expression. A good many people believe personality can be deduced by close examination of the palm. A girl’s figure may not tell you all about her mind and morals but the way she moves her body seems to reveal something of them. In the most general way, perhaps there are also distinctive types of female legs, hips and bottoms, which correspond to particular types of girl. The idea has limits. A palmist might prefer girls bending with knickers round their knees to have their ‘fortunes’ told. But the palmist is unlikely to be that lucky. The rest of us can dream of female types, many of them popular in erotic fiction, with characteristic shapes and manners. What is the erotic significance of a young woman’s bottom? Is it just an alluring and seductive cheek-swell, inviting a caress or a tickle, a pat or a kiss? Is it something more? Does its gen...