Room 2D

From Roué 28 It’s always the same when Uncle Oliver punishes me. Whatever I happen to be wearing I am made to go to my room and change into these silly clothes. He bought them a year or so ago. The knickers are the skimpiest pair he could get hold of and as you can see afford me very little in the way of protection when I have bent over. They cut right into my bum so that my poor sit-upon is almost completely bare. The vest has ridiculously large arm-holes, thanks to a nifty bit of alteration by Uncle. This, as you can see, was done so that when yours truly is in the correct position yours truly’s boobs hang out. He likes boobs does Uncle Oliver though he quite clearly prefers bottoms — mine especially. I have to stand there like that for simply ages while he sits and makes comments on my appearance. ‘You  are  growing into a big girl now, Tina,’ he’ll say or: ‘What a fine young bottom you have, Tina.’ I blush like crazy ...

Story from Blushes Supplement 20, which feels like a R.T. Mason one. ‘It’s hot,’ Antonia said fanning herself. ‘It’s too hot.’ It was hot, certainly, as it usually is on a June afternoon in southern Italy. Hot and sultry but nothing Antonia wasn’t used to; she had only come 40 kilometres from her own home to this, her father’s brother’s father-in-law’s place. And Uncle Paolo’s house was no hotter than the one she had grown up in. No, it was more just something to say. Small talk… She only saw Uncle Paolo occasionally, or had in the past, so he was partly a stranger and she felt awkward in his company. And there was also the matter of why she was here; why she had come to stay with him. Antonia knew the reason though it hadn’t actually been spelt out. That alone was enough to make her nervous, to feel the need to say something. But perhaps on reflection what she had said was not the best of openers, in the circumstances. For th...

From Blushes 32 ‘A gentleman will be calling,’ Mr Hilyard said. ‘This afternoon. So you will want to look pretty for him.’ He sipped his tea, eyes bright over the tea cup. ‘But then you’re always pretty, aren’t you, my dear?’ Charlotte flushed slightly. ‘Only if you say so, Uncle.’ She removed her wide-brimmed straw hat and replaced it again on her tresses. The morning sun was already hot in the garden. She was a very pretty girl and he wasn’t her uncle. Mr Hilyard was her guardian, since a year ago when she had left school. Nineteen now, a quite tall, full-grown young lady: a shapely figure under her skirt and top; a pretty full-lipped face beneath the wide straw brim of her hat. She smiled her blue-eyed smile. ‘I shall be on my very best behaviour, Uncle.’ Mr Hilyard put down his delicate china tea cup. ‘I know you will, my dear. You are always an excellently behaved young lady. Come round here and let me see you.’ Charl...

From Roué 14 DOMESTIC DISCIPLINE When you think about it, the three things you need if you’re going to do a spot of bottom-smacking are: (a) a bottom to smack; (b) a place to do it; and (c) enough ‘clout’, in the metaphorical sense, to get away with it. Thinking about it again, one place you are most likely to find what you need is home — either yours or someone else’s. Certainly there oughtn’t to be any shortage of bottoms. Your daughter, your step-daughter, the au-pair, the maid (if you have that kind of house), a niece, your wife — houses are full of these, and other potentially smackable bottoms. A place to do it? Well, isn’t an Englishman’s home his castle, or something? Who’s to know, and what business is it of theirs anyway? The requisite ‘clout’? Of course. It’s built-in to every domestic situation. Someone’s always the boss — it’s just up to you to see that it’s  you  who is the boss. No wonder then that the domestic scene is a perfect setting for the spanki...