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...

From Blushes 71, the concluding part (sadly incomplete). Sigrid Wenzel is getting ready for bed. Seated at her dressing table and applying the finishing touches. Bed with Rudi. Her dear husband. But tomorrow, she thinks with a little thrill, not Rudi. Tomorrow it will be Herr Kassner. Gerhard. That very vigorous man who is so good with girls and is doing such a good job with Toni, Sigrid’s 17-year-old daughter. Not to mention of course her friend Monika’s young Wanda. Sigrid applies the final touch of perfume here and there and stands. She is in a good mood. An affectionate mood towards her dear Rudi. So for his benefit she has put on her new and extremely brief baby-doll nightie. Just the top. The nightie came with very brief pants but Sigrid is dispensing with these. She has on only the nightie top which does not reach much below her waist. She is otherwise nude except only for her high-heeled pink house pumps. The garment is bl...

First part of two, from Blushes 64 Life seemed to promise only heedless pleasure for Toni and Wanda on this warm and sunny June afternoon. The two German 17-year-olds were on a picnic with their boyfriends out in a secluded glade in the forest, lying entwined respectively Toni with Stefan and Wanda with Karl on two blankets. Their picnic basket was for the moment ignored as they concentrated on other heady pleasures. Both Toni and Wanda had their knickers off and their short skirts up somewhere around their waists and between their urgent thighs they were identically wet and aroused from the stimulation of young male hands. Toni was breathing ‘Nein…’ to Stefan as she held the hot bare flesh of his erect penis in her hand… but Toni knew she would take it. Because having it in her was so mind-bendingly marvellous. And on the other blanket Wanda was likewise breathing ‘Nein…’ and although Wanda probably wouldn’t take it that way becau...