Room 2D

From Blushes Supplement 2 ‘Won’t do it again, you say, Whittaker? Hmm — that what you said?’  Brown shoes slide against tiles as the housemaster paces the room’s meagre length and turns at the far end. ‘Sir — sir —’ the girl stumbles snottily over the words, tearful and nervous of the cane which shivers malevolently in her chastiser’s hand, ‘Please sir — yes — yes, sir — honestly —’ ‘Bottom had enough then, Whittaker? Eh?’ He stops directly behind her, close enough to feel the heat of thoroughly-spanked young buttocks radiating against the back of the hand that holds the cane.  Despite its intimidating presence, that instrument hasn’t been used this afternoon except to emphasise the irritable gestures the teacher is wont to employ when lecturing obligingly disobedient girls. ‘Yes sir — oh, yes — !’ Jemima strains her head to see his face, her stool creaking in protest, wet-cheeked face confirming her declaration that her botto

A photo-story from Blushes 3 featuring Tracy Wilkes The quiet  swhitt!  of a cane in a curtained front room as evening draws on, the self-conscious attempts of a girl to keep the involuntary twitches and tweaks of her unfortunate bottom as much in control as she can, knowing that that is what is expected of her, acutely conscious that the little thrusts and jerks of her hips as the cane stings her again and again around those really tender parts of her cheeks are probably exciting  him  just as much as they are humiliating her! Kneeling up — gingerly — and doesn’t that little bum push itself out nicely! One can imagine the girl’s embarrassment; half naked for a caning at her age! And how old is she? Seventeen, perhaps? Younger? Can’t you just feel the bounce of that cane patting against those firm young bottom-cheeks until she’s got her bum into just the right position. Just the right height, and the perfect position to get the ca

Culver has been inspired by Darcy’s Sheds and Their Uses …

From Blushes 9,  with additional photos from Blushes 40,  featuring the model Tracy Wilkes (aka porn star Liza Lane) in the role of Marjorie Tompkins — a very light re-branding of Marjorie Simpkins who, as we left her in Janus 13, had fallen into the predatory clutches of Mr Aitken of the Top Girls Employment Agency which is where we pick up with Marjorie Tompkins in this story. There are two further sequels to come. This confirms me in my long-held view that R.T. Mason was a prolific uncredited writer for Blushes in addition to his many credited stories for Janus. ‘A letter, sir?’ she’d said, on that first morning at her new job. ‘A typed letter, sir?’ ‘Er — yes. To Messrs Wilkins, Educational Suppliers.’ A guilty look had passed across her pretty face — her tongue had licked minutely at her lips. He’d studied her strangely troubled expression, seeing colour rise in her cheeks. ‘You do type, don’t you, Susan?’ Her blush ha