Room 2D

The concluding part, from Uniform Girls 20, following on from  Harsh Reality  and  The Punishment Fits the Crime . Jenny stepped out of the bath and. wrapped the towel around her. It was coarse and rough. She dabbed her pink skin gently, thankful for the privacy that the bathtime had afforded her. She had quite expected one of those dreadful staff members to stand beside her; watching her as she bathed, his or her steady studious eyes staring at her body, particularly at her bare bottom. But they had seen her bottom on so many occasions over the past days. Like when that man had up-ended her and tanned her with his hand, just because he said she had pouted at him; and he had virtually ripped her knickers down in his haste to bare her curvy bottom-cheeks. And then that woman had introduced her to the strap. Such an innocent-looking strip of leather, slit lengthways at one end. But lying face-down across her s...

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...