Room 2D

Continued from  Harsh Reality . From Uniform Girls 20 Jennifer scurried to the cupboard. On the lowest shelf she found the newspapers. She took the top few sheets and returned to the adjoining room. ‘On the floor with it.’ The senior tutor pointed at the cleanly-swept bare floor. Jennifer stooped down and smoothed the newspaper out. ‘Stand on it. And on no account move away from it.’ The woman read through further notes in silence, pacing slowly across the room. Occasionally she looked up at the girl, standing, waiting, perched on her little square of newsprint. ‘How did you taunt the other girl? The new one? What did you call her?’ She stood still, standing face-on to the girl, her facial expression demanding a reply. ‘I… called her… Little tits…’ Jennifer blushed as she confessed, repeating the words she had used as a cruel taunt. The woman gave Jennifer a slight smile. ‘Then I shall call you big bottom, yo...

The first of three parts, with Wendy Collings as Jennifer, from Uniform Girls 20 ‘Girl!’ The tall woman spoke in clear measured tones, though the sibilance of her voice whispered in echoes around the bare gaunt room. Jennifer stood in front of her, her hands clenched behind her back, and then to her front, until she was told, quietly but firmly, to place them at her side. ‘What did you enter this establishment wearing?’ Jennifer tried to find her voice. ‘Well?’ The woman waited. ‘…jeans… and a tee-shirt… and…’ The list petered out. ‘And what else?’ Jennifer pouted, embarrassed and reluctant to talk. ‘…socks…’ The woman stepped towards her, turning her, propelling her forwards against the simple wooden table. A firm hand pressed down against the girl’s back, pushing her over and down across the table-top. ‘You were wearing knickers, weren’t you? Silly transparent flimsy knickers. They hardly covered this fat round...

Story from Blushes Supplement 24 with pictures of the lovely Wendy Collings as Emily. ‘What do you think, Emily?’ It is the grounds Mrs Wilding is referring to, not the house. The grounds, the gardens, these flowerbeds. The house is probably early Victorian, quite large and evidently not in the best state of repair. Partly no doubt, as Mrs Wilding has said, because it has not been lived in for several years. But it is the grounds that Mrs Wilding means. The grounds that have likewise evidently not been cultivated for at least that period. They look more like a jungle. It is difficult to see where the flowerbeds begin and the lawns end. These lawns which look more like fields of meadow grass. ‘It shouldn’t be too difficult. What d’you think? I mean for a big strong girl like you.’ Emily  is  quite strong. She is well-built, a shapely girl whose shape is at present shown to good advantage in a brief, form-fitting outf...