Room 2D

From Whispers 4 It was Mr Ashford who had sent her there, Pam knew that. Well actually it was her mother but it would have been Mr Ashford telling her mother to do it. In fact she had heard him through the half-open kitchen door. ‘What that girl needs, Mrs Stelling, is a touch of discipline, otherwise you don’t know where she’ll finish up.’ Pam’s mother had said apologetically, ‘I’m really sorry, Mr Ashford.’ What she was sorry about and what Mr Ashford was annoyed about was that Pam didn’t want to go and work in his house. She had left school and started training as a typist but Mr Ashford wanted her to go round to his place part-time. Mr Ashford was very keen on pretty girls of about Pam’s age which was 16. Two of her friends did part-time work at Cranley Hall, where Mr Ashford lived, and they had told Pam what he was like and the sort of thing he liked to do to you. So Pam said she wasn’t going. The trouble was that her d...

From Whispers 3 Dear Editor, This is a letter from W. Germany. My English is not that good but I hope that you get everything out of the context. At first, my congratulations to your splendid magazine. The very best you ever did I think was,  Join the Dots  in  Supplement 6 . Give us more of that. Give us pictures of models we can add the bondage. Pictures on which the girls are being punished. Show us the punisher at her side swishing down the cane, riding crop, hazel switch or willow switch on the girl’s bare bottom. The bottom must show real vivid tramline weals. Show the girl’s face more often. A painful and tear-stained face. Let the models do some physical exercise and make them cut onions and then when their faces are nicely red-flushed and have enough tears flowing down, immediately start your photo session. Some suggestions I would like to see the young victims pretending to...

Story from Whispers 7 The bathroom was cold. The water in the big white bath looked even colder. Jennie shivered. And it wasn’t only the cold which made her shiver, with goose-pimples all over her bare flesh. Because she was fully aware that Mr Parsons had something exceedingly unpleasant in mind. He was the Junior Maths Master at Daneshill but also doubled as Games Master. Games included swimming, which Jennie loathed. She didn’t simply dislike water, it frightened her. How long would it be before he returned? She shivered again. Before he’d left her alone in the bathroom, he’d told her to strip. Then he’d relented. ‘You can keep your knickers on,’ he said with a half-grin. They were her dark blue school knickers. Well, it had been a concession but it didn’t do much to keep Jennie warm. What did he actually intend to do? Jennie looked at the cold water fearfully again. What he had said was that he intended to cure her once an...