Room 2D

A classic featuring Sophie Fennington Review from  spankingfilmreview.com : M/f; time: 27 minutes A British CP classic; most reviewers rank this Sophie Fennington performance one of the most erotic and entertaining CP films to come out of the 1980’s and 1990’s. We certainly agree. We’ve noted before the influence of Ms. Fennington as CP Queen of the era, and we turn your attention again to the video she made,  Sophie Fennington Interview . Here she plays a naughty teenager-type, scandalously on the edge of mischief. We see her gambolling about outdoors, in an eye-catching mini-skirt.  One scene shows her rallying on a tennis court, using the proper grips forehand and backhand, and actually moving her shoulders and feet correctly. Most athletic demonstrations in CP movies are feeble farces. She is seen sitting on a child’s swing, smoking, and reading a magazine Smash Hits . On the street, she is approached by an Arab-looking

Another classic video from Roué Lucy is staying with her Uncle for the weekend. The, apparently, kindly man brings her up a cup of tea, telling her to get up. Lucy, though, allows herself to fall asleep again and, when her Uncle returns some time later, she is ordered to take her pyjamas trousers down and is put over the man’s knee for a hard, bare bottom spanking.   [The first part up to here is missing from my copy I’m afraid.]  The action then moves to downstairs and the living-room, where poor Lucy is put through a session of physical exercises. Then she is told to bend over the chair and, first with her knickers up then with them taken down, the girl undergoes a sound birching that has her squealing for mercy. The film then takes us back to the bedroom, where Lucy is doing her homework. Uncle George tells her that he is going out but will return in an hour, warning her that if her work isn’t up to scratch she will know what t

Story from Blushes 3 Katie’s return from her weekend away brought home a girl who, in her quiet, watchful, almost respectful manner, might have been an entirely different person from the rebellious-spirited teenager who had departed so cockily on the previous Friday evening. Collected at the station early on Sunday evening, she humped her one small suitcase into the back seat of the car and then sat beside her uncle in the front for the fifteen minute drive to the house. She was subdued, careful not to initiate conversation yet unusually polite when spoken to, looking for the most part through the windscreen but paying attention in an almost studied way when her uncle made casual observations and asked questions of her about her two days at Grogmore House. She kept her hands in her lap, her pleated skirt dipping down between her thighs as she nervously interlaced her fingers and untangled them over and over. Once at the house she asked to be allowed to change out of her uniform, bu

Story from Blushes 6 Three ducks in echelon angle their stiff-winged flight up a chimney breast; a silver framed photograph looks blankly and obliquely across a small suburban sitting room; a television newscaster delivers his uninspiring account of the days happenings — silently, because the sound knob on the television has been turned down — and he smiles a half-convincing goodnight into two million homes. Ignored by these silent witnesses, a frantically sobbing girl blubbers pathetic pleas for ‘n-n-no more, please —  please , Uncle — ooogh!’ In a fender-guarded hearth, a knight in brazen armour watches po-faced and clutches his fire-tending implements, unmoved by the tearful girl’s plight as she tosses her head back an instant after a solid-sounding slap rings loud in the curtained room. Blonde hair dashes across flaming cheeks which have been heated as much by breathlessness and humiliation as by proximity to the hearth and

Another story about the imaginative Mr Mascoll (see also  Flights of Fancy  &  Mr Mascoll’s Playsuit ) from Uniform Girls 16. She was the niece of Mr Mascoll’s friend Mr Harcourt. Sidney Harcourt had been left in charge of Belinda before she started college but then found he had to go off for a couple of weeks and it wasn’t going to be convenient to take Belinda along. As she was a decidedly toothsome young person and at that very special age — just turned 18 — Mr Mascoll was not at all reluctant to do his friend a favour. She seemed just a little bit shy when he met her, which in Mr Mascoll’s eyes made her even more spicy. ‘Here she is,’ Sidney Harcourt had said, ‘Young Belinda; though generally in the family she’s known as Bunny.’ Belinda had blushed bright red at this — it seemed it was something she didn’t like people to know — and Mr Mascoll seeing the blush had felt quite hot himself. And his mind had right away shot o