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No less than four of Uncle George’s discoveries this week. To quote George himself: "These four, all from one edition, suggest to me an elderly chap enjoying his domestic guardianship of two nubile teens." Or (my suggestion) could this be the Rev Tristram Smithers with two of his Young Adventurers? Either way, it’s crying out for a story to explain what’s going on if anyone feels like getting creative… First up, The Punishment Begins : Secondly Sometimes More Intense Than Others : Thirdly Those Faithful Footsteps on the Stairs :   Finally After a Bath and Off to Bed : Some thorough drying with talc and towel before the hiker's friend, vasaline (sic), comes into use …

Story by R.T. Mason from Janus 40 It was the last day of their Whitsun holiday: a perfect English late spring day with the sun shining out of a clear blue sky and just enough breeze off the sea to keep the little seaside town fresh and sparkling. Yes, a beautiful June day and as it turned out a uniquely memorable one for 16-year-old Emma Watson. Her parents had rented a cottage at the quiet Devon resort and it had been a very pleasant week, though perhaps, for Emma, just a little unexciting. At 16 she was not a child anymore but at the same time not exactly an adult either. Perhaps it was because she was at that so-called awkward age that Emma had wanted to go off by herself on this last day rather than stay with her parents as she had for most of the rest of the week. Being with her parents all the time meant she hadn’t met anyone else much. No girls her own age. And also no boys. So on this last morning she said she felt lik...

Two more Alan Bell drawings unearthed by Uncle George. A couple of school-related ones from a single Justice magazine. This one is titled Teacher’s First Lesson : This pair of miscreants have had to report to the gymnasium for the first lesson of the day. The first exercise is to do a handstand and then be caned bare bottom in that position. One girl has already completed the exercise and is now perched on the wall-bars as her friend gets the same treatment. The second one is titled Night Duty : This one reminds me of Rosemead School for Girls . Perhaps the horrible Third Form boys raided the dorm earlier… “They would run through the dorm throwing water on the girls in their beds, and flicking them with ‘rats tails’ made out of towels, and then disappear. The Duty Master would come to investigate the disturbance and, as often as not, the girls would be punished for making a noise after Lights Out.” In any event, having sev...

Two more Alan Bell drawings unearthed by Uncle George. A couple of church-related ones from a single Justice magazine. The first one is titled Four-Star Treatment : An intriguing set up in a vestry/ringing chamber with four young ladies (choirgirls?), three in stockings and one in socks, very clearly under the control of a portly, balding older man (the choirmaster, vicar or verger?) wearing some sort of bib or tabard. One girl has already been neatly folded into a loop in a bell-rope, knickers down, with a cane dangling from the end of the rope. From the stripes on her bottom, it looks like it has already been used. The man, meanwhile, is busy getting a second blushing girl into a similar position. Her surplice with a frilled ruff is the clearest sign that these may be choirgirls. In the background, the other two girls appear to have already been dealt with. Their surplices are hanging on pegs, their knickers are down and their...

Following my post of some Alan Bell drawings from Justice 32 , Uncle George has kindly sent me some scans of additional orphaned Alan Bell works from Justice and other mags that weren’t previously on my radar. These three came from the same magazine. Firstly, a couple of linked subtitled drawings under the heading A Nurses “Tail” : With young doctors it’s usually a spanking With the older, more experienced consultants it’s likely to be a tawse belt or cane Then a standalone subtitled schoolgirl drawing from later in the magazine: The area of the punishment must always be closely inspected to ensure it has had the desired effect!! Many thanks to Uncle George for bringing these delightful drawings to our attention. More to follow over the next few weeks.

A lovely adaptation of one of my favourite Alan Bell illustrations .

A final batch of full-page drawings by Hardcastle from Janus. Firstly, from Janus 85 this is  Executive Sweet : From Janus 100 (it also featured in Privilege Club 10), here is a festive offering entitled  God Rest Ye Merry Gentlemen . I wonder whether Hardcastle intended to give the girl quite such a chubby arse — it isn’t his usual preference — or whether the woodcut technique is to blame. Wherever/whenever these gentlemen live, this society clearly prioritises the chastisement of young ladies. For the young ladies’ own benefit I’m sure. And lastly, here we have  Feminine Deportment  from Janus 105. I think this might be my favourite — in my formative years I used to find the legend of finishing schools drilling their charges by making them walk with books on their head curiously erotic and this picture absolutely fulfils those fantasies with those wonderfully strict-looking instructors.

Culver has it in for Sandra Simley this week.

Story from Roué 20 by Barry Roberts Leonard Dawson put the register away in the top drawer of his desk, returned his pen to the inside pocket of his jacket and looked up over the top of his glasses at the girl sitting at her desk in the second row, the only girl left in the classroom — all the others having departed for their first lesson of the day. The time had come for him to embark on the first phase of his plan. He cleared his throat and spoke. ‘I suppose you are aware of what you are in for?’ ‘Yes, sir,’ she said miserably. ‘What is that?’ ‘I’ll have to report to the Headmistress, sir.’ ‘And?’ ‘She’ll give me the cane, sir.’ ‘Anything else, Julia?’ ‘I, er, don’t think so, sir.’ He had guessed correctly — she  had  forgotten. ‘Don’t you recall the Headmistress’ speech to the school on the opening day of term?’ ‘No, sir, I mean… I don’t know, sir.’ He rose, strolled to the window and, after a b...