Room 2D

From Uniform Girls 7 She is gone now, my blonde, slim-legged, English rose who turned out to be not at all the innocent I had first thought. Not innocent, in fact rather knowing and not at all unwilling. A true delight. Mr Bartingly, that next door neighbour, had done a very effective job. Yes, Miranda and her mother have returned to the dank shores of England, Miranda with, I fear, no great improvement in her skill on the flute. Still I did my best, in musical terms as in other ways and I think I can say I taught that young Miss a thing or two. I would now be feeling her absence more and indeed for two whole days I was quite bereft but then, as can happen when the fortunes smile, a rapturous replacement appeared right out of the blue. A Scottish lass. Not at all unlike Miranda as it happens, she could well be another English rose except for that decided burr in her speech. Fiona and her mother are from Edinburgh, the metropol...

From Uniform Girls 7 ‘ Please  stop that,’ she pleaded, and not for the first time. ‘I just can’t  concentrate  with your hand  there .’ Naturally I made no attempt to comply with this request. I have long ago learnt to ignore the pleadings of adolescent girls. No, I kept my hand exactly where it was. ‘The point is you have to  learn  to concentrate, Miranda. Can you imagine yourself standing up in front of a concert hall full of people? That takes  real  self-control and discipline and that is precisely why I have my hand where it is: so that you can learn to play in the face of distraction. I should be very surprised if your tutor at home didn’t do something very similar.’ Where I had my hand of course was between Miranda’s legs. Between her upper thighs in fact, my hand gripping the silky inner surface of her delicious right limb just below her knickers. Miranda was standing close in...

Dear Editor, I was interested in the letter from H.J. Mc. in issue No. 27 of Blushes , when he wrote at some length about humiliation techniques. I thought some of those he advocated were rather severe and I do not think it necessary to go to such lengths. In the first place, I think it wrong to apply punishment to a girl’s breasts. I know this is a most delicate and sensitive area of a girl’s body but I think it quite unsuitable for punishment. I do not think the nipples should be pinched or squeezed by some device, nor should the breasts themselves be subjected to chastisement. Strapping and caning are absolutely out and even slapping is wrong. One must remember the main purpose of a young woman’s breasts is for the next generation and, therefore, need all the protection they can get. Having said that, it does not mean pleasure cannot be had from them (and given to her) by means of fondling, kissing and sucking. That, however, is another matter entirely… so let us get back to ...

From Uniform Girls 14 As Jane stubbed out the cigarette carefully on a wooden post, she tucked the butt-end into her jacket pocket to hide the evidence. It was only then that she heard the slight rustle of another presence in the stall as feet disturbed the thick lining of straw. ‘You know the rules about smoking in the stables, Jane,’ came a voice out of the gloom… ‘and the penalty for it.’ Jane peered into the darkness, trying to identify the owner of the voice. ‘Who the hell’s that?’ The head lad stepped out of the shadows and moved down the row of stalls towards the girl. ‘And in my opinion, you would benefit considerably from a sound thrashing.’ ‘A thrashing, Mr Greaves?’ Jane’s voice rose nervously as she realised she had been caught out at last. All those surreptitious gaspers she had snatched behind the barn, in the barn, in the tack room, in the stables themselves, and she’d never been caught. In six months as...