Room 2D

From Blushes 34 with Tracy Wilkes (maybe) The air in the hallway was still, the house silent, as Sara sighed yet again. Facing the bannisters, hands on her head, clad only in T-shirt and white cotton knickers, Sara was no stranger to the ritual. It would not be the first time she had been spanked in that house. And it certainly would not be the last. She jumped slightly as a creak at the far end of the hall suggested another presence. Her chastiser, perhaps, back from the stables to which he had disappeared almost an hour before. Her arms had been aching for some time now, but she dare not take them down for fear of being caught out of position. The punishment would be more severe than ever if she were to move more than a fraction. The rules were strict. And the punishments stricter. When her mother had signed the form, and called for her to sign below, being old enough now to take adult responsibilities, little had Sara realised what the ‘Private Remedial Course’ would involve...

Multi-part story from Blushes 42 featuring Tracy Wilkes. She would soon be all of twenty three years of age, and Ann felt that at long last she would be able to settle down to a life of party-going and no longer have to worry about those boring old lessons at school. No more travelling backwards and forwards at the end and beginning of terms and no more sour-faced old teachers. She sighed happily as she snuggled down in her comfortable bed because even her father had gone off for a few weeks and even though she loved him as all good girls should, she had to admit that sometimes even having daddy around could be positively boring. There would be that Mr Grace who seemed forever lost in the surrounding garden whenever he came up to the house. That was his temporary job, of course, and he had been doing that ever since he left the services where he was in her father’s regiment. Something about him being a Warrant Officer, no less, although as far as Ann was concerned, Grace was very l...