Room 2D

From Uniform Girls 34 After Mr Marks had finished with Jill he told her to go back to her room. He would send up her roommate, Samantha, who would fill Jill in on the general routine etc. The evening meal was at 7.30. At 7 o’clock Jill was to go and see Mr Fitcham who was to be her tutor. ‘Have you got that?’ Mr Marks asked. He had only just finished caning her. Lying over the stool in the Correction Room, her head down almost at floor level, her squirming, desperately-clenching bottom up over the stool. Jill’s introductory caning, which all girls had from Mr Marks as soon as they started their course of Domestic Training. Not because they had done anything at this point but simply because there were starting and had to know what it felt like. Jill knew what it felt like all right as now, still gasping for breath, she struggled the skin-tight shorts up over her humming bottom. She was gasping, with intermittent sobs as well. She...

From Blushes Supplement 29 The sun had been shining brightly when she set out but now half of the sky had clouded over. Glancing up she thought it might rain. The forecast had been for rain later but with the bright blue sky it hadn’t seemed possible. Fortunately, to be on the safe side, she had brought her plastic mac; it was in the basket of her bike together with her books. And anyway it wasn’t far to Mr Janford’s. Mr Janford was her tutor. She pushed harder on the pedals: this slight hill marked approximately the mid-way point from her house to his place. It was cooler now, the sky darker. It was going to rain. She had on a thin, sleeveless top and full skirt. Pedalling had made the skirt slide high up on her bare thighs. Just as she got to Mr Janford’s it started: large splats of rain on her bare forearms and her thighs, wetting her thick, shoulder-length honey-blonde hair. Gasping, she fumbled with the gate, then half-ran al...

Concluding the story, from New Blushes Uniform Girls 2.18 Gillian standing in front of Mr Hinkley in his small, claustrophobic study. It is Thursday now. A repeat of her first visit, on Tuesday? Gillian doesn’t want to think about Tuesday — or what is to happen today. Just think that Mr Hinkley will get her a nice job — if he can have his little pleasures. She is in her school blouse and skirt again. Also as on Tuesday she came here today in her cardigan but was instructed to take that off, it is lying out there on the sofa in Mr Hinkley’s sitting room. One little thing is different though. Under her school skirt Gillian has as requested put on a pair of navy school-type knickers this morning rather than the white ones she normally wears to school. Well she wants to cooperate, doesn’t she? And she certainly doesn’t want that cane. If she can avoid it. The cane is here again. Mr Hinkley, sitting on his chair, is holding it. Toyin...