Room 2D

From Roué 38 Distraught she looks, and distraught she is entitled to look; for Sonia has just spent a rather distressing ten minutes over her Uncle Jack’s knee. Such events are fairly common on her much-hated weekly visits to her father’s widowed brother. Things as seemingly trivial as taking an opposing stance in a conversation is likely to be enough to prompt the man into action. Of course, a spanking for something as petty as that would result in the girl getting no more than half-a-dozen or so smart slaps to the backs of her legs. More serious faults — such as swearing or any sort of impoliteness — would mean a dozen or more crisp smacks to the seat of her knickers. Anything more grave than that — such as today’s little transgression (having a nip of the man’s gin when she thought he wasn’t looking) — called for far sterner measures. Sonia knew that these ‘sterner measures’ would be resorted to the very moment she’d been cau...

Culver’s second variation on the theme of Spankers Gallery - The Artist takes inspiration from the old comics Dandy, Beano, etc. It was Art time in the Girls’ Upper Sixth, and Millie the Minx, 18, was busy drawing a picture at her desk. There was no uniform requirement at Whack Street Comprehensive, so Millie was wearing her red-and-black stripy top, black skirt and boots. Her fulsome tits strained tight against her top, and her peachy bum filled out her skirt a treat. Millie scribbled away furiously, licking her lips. Her best chums sat around her and giggled: Penny the Peril, Tess the Terrible, ‘Corky’ Cass and ‘Keyhole’ Kath. They were also all 18, wildly pretty and precocious: a muddle of wacky hairstyles, lithe bodies, tight crop tops, micro skirts and denim cut-off shorts. ‘MINX! FRONT! NOW!’ bellowed Mr Snodgrass from the front of the room. The old master, in his tweed jacket and crooked mortarboard, looked very fierce. Millie only smirked. ‘Righto, sir!’ she said...

From Roué 38 It was  that  day again. The Day of the Hunt. Every other Sunday the more well-to-do inhabitants of Little Chitterworth met for a stirrup cup prior to riding off in hot pursuit of the cunning and elusive fox. It was a day much hated by two particular young ladies of the charming little village — Kathleen and Bernadette Flynn, the maidservants of Master of the Hounds, Sir Rodney D’Arcy. The Flynn sisters had been in Sir Rodney’s employ since their mid-teens when he had lived in their native Ireland. When he announced that he was retiring and returning to his roots in the Shropshire countryside, the girls accepted his invitation to join him. The girls’ mother, Sir Rodney’s cook on the other side of the water, had been handsomely pensioned-off, and saw her daughters’ opportunity as something they would be foolish to pass up. That was all some years back — Kathleen now being 25, and Bernadette 21. Working for the old boy was, for the most part, a doddle; their c...

From Roué 37 Miss Glover had her own special brand of punishing inattentive pupils. Unlike the vast majority of her fellow members of staff she, more often than not, wouldn’t resort to chastising talkative and giggling girls. Instead, she would order the miscreant to stand in the corner. Although this never failed to set off a bout of sniggering from the girl’s classmates (possibly the reason for the punishment in the first place), the woman revelled in the humiliation suffered by the girl in question. Standing there at the front of the class and facing the wall was indeed a most embarrassing thing for a girl of sixteen to have to do. It was the sort of punishment a junior or infant pupil would be more likely to be made to undergo. And it was because of this very fact that Miss Glover chose this particular method of disciplining her charges. It had been during a discussion on the greats of Russian literature that such a course of action was called for. Deeming the relative merits o...

Culver felt the text of Spankers Gallery - The Artist could have been more salacious and has developed a couple of variations on the theme. This first one is from the annals of Malory Towers… ‘Pamela!’ boomed Mr Greyburn, the Girls’ Art master, his deep voice loud above the chatter of the Upper Sixth classroom. ‘Come here at once, and bring your drawing with you!’ Immediately there was a flutter of excitement around the room. Everyone knew that Pamela was up to her tricks again. Fair-haired and pretty, with a mischievous glint in her blue eyes, Pamela had a way of behaving as though the classroom were her private stage. Though she had reached her eighteenth birthday, she had never outgrown her fondness for childish pranks, and she adored nothing better than being the centre of attention. Pamela rose to her feet with a triumphant grin and paraded down the aisle as though she owned the room. Several of the girls nudged one another, stifling their giggles. ‘Oh, Pamela is such a...

From Roué 37 Sarah looked up in horror at Miss Kember. Had her ears deceived her? Did she hear right? Had the teacher really said what she thought she’d said? Her doubts were answered by the young woman who impatiently repeated her statement. ‘I told you to report to Mr Weller, girl. Now run along.’ The flaxen-haired sixth-former wasn’t alone in her astonishment at Miss Kember’s instruction. To report to Mr Weller, the Headmaster of St Catherine’s, would, as Sarah and her classmates well knew, result in punishment — to be precise,  corporal  punishment, and, as the entire school — pupils and teachers — knew, Miss Kember was very much against such correction. A mere fortnight had passed since a letter written by the liberal-minded young woman had appeared in a national daily. In it she most firmly condemned the use of CP. Now, though, the anti-CP Miss Kember was ordering one of her class to visit the study of the Head. It was an act totally out of character, and the eyes ...

Basil Miggins has nominated a couple of soap stars for the Order of the Burning Bot and, taking inspiration from Culver, has presented them in collage format after they have  fallen into the clutches of the redoubtable Miss Brown. Firstly, here is Jacqui Dixon from Brookside, played by Alex Fletcher. Secondly, Bethany Platt of Coronation Street, played by Lucy Fallon.

After Form XIII-A were dealt with soundly last week , Culver is back to witness the treatment of their schoolmates in Form XIII-B. Check back later today for another reader contribution.

From Roué 36 ‘Come out here,’ the voice of Mr Illingworth, Art teacher, boomed out amid the hubbub of the classroom, ‘and bring your drawing with you.’ The giggling and general risible sounds coming from the part of the room where the Form’s cheekiest and most infuriatingly disobedient pupil sat being sufficient evidence that this girl, fair-haired, pretty Brenda West, was yet again up to her tricks. She made her way between the rows of desks and, with a defiant smirk upon her impish features, handed him her effort. Titters and sniggers abounded, and Brenda turned to face her classmates, a broad grin on her face. She was very much the sort of girl who revelled in being the centre of attraction, and now, here she was, centre-stage, receiving the plaudits of over twenty admirers. Mr Illingworth held the drawing in front of him. ‘Hmmm… Good…  Very  good,’ he announced, almost to its creator’s annoyance. ‘What do you think, class?’ he asked as he turned the drawing around to...