Room 2D

Second part of a three-parter from Whispers 4 ‘Not good. Susan. Not very good at all.’ Mr Wilmot, standing behind Susan, was shaking his head sadly. He had his two hands on her shoulders, squeezing gently as she sat at the piano. She was making mistakes, she knew she was, more than usual but she couldn’t help it. She was very nervous, scared even you could say. Those hands on her shoulders had viciously spanked her bare bottom and Susan knew he was quite capable of doing it again. Or even… the  cane . On top of all that, or rather underneath it you could say, was that dreadful cellar. Underneath her at this very moment. Extensive, Mr Wilmot had said. Stretching for miles probably. Black tunnels and rooms full of rats and other nameless things. She shouldn’t think about the cellar, she knew, but Susan couldn’t  help  it and that was probably why she was hitting all the wrong notes. It was late afternoon of Susan’s firs

First part of a three-parter from Whispers 4 ‘Shall we have a look at the cellars?’ he said. ‘I always think cellars and basements are quite fascinating, don’t you, Susan?’ Susan didn’t particularly but decided not to say so. If she was going to have to stay with Mr Wilmot for two weeks, and she  was , there was no point in getting on the wrong side of him on her very first day. And she had heard what her mother had said to him. ‘Feel free to discipline her, Mr Wilmot; in fact I hope you will. Susan has been getting just a little impossible in some ways lately.’ That was pretty awful of her mother especially when Susan had a good idea she simply wanted to get shot of her daughter for a couple of weeks. Sent away with Mr Wilmot for him to do what he would with her. Actually he was to tutor Susan on the piano. But anyway it certainly wasn’t smart to get on the wrong side of Mr Wilmot. So she followed him down some dank and slipp

Happy Christmas! This heart-warming seasonal family tale comes from Whispers 6. ‘Jeez! Fantastic!  Those  tits !’ Dave rolled his eyes and rubbed his crotch. ‘Oh boy, I wouldn’t mind having her give me a nice little  wank .’ ‘Cut it out,’ said Tom weakly. ‘Ahah!’ Dave reached across and punched his arm. ‘You want to keep her all to yourself, young Tom. She gives you a cosy little wank, does she, when it’s just the two of you here?’ Rick, sitting opposite, chortled. ‘It’s not a wank I’d like, it’s a bit of the old in-and-out.’ ‘Look  cut it out ,’ Tom Caulfield was red in the face. ‘You coarse buggers. I bloody wish I hadn’t invited you round.’ There was cackling laughter from his two friends, and more ribald comment. They were in Tom’s sitting room and the young lady in question had just departed, to get her hair done, Tom thought. His cousin, Carol. Nineteen and very beautiful and very well-built as well. And when you w