Room 2D

From Uniform Girls 1, the very definition of a well-filled pair of knickers. If we go by the tee-shirt, then it would appear this unnamed girl is one of the crew of T.S. Viceroy .  ‘The gel’s a trumpeter, isn’t she, petty officer?’ ‘Not exactly sir. In the Naval Cadet Corps we call them buglers.’ ‘Do you indeed?’ The Brigadier, on his Ministry-approved tour of inspection, eyed the tall blonde ‘bugler’ and thought she would do very nicely. ‘Could you arrange for me to have her as my stick man, petty officer?’ ‘Yes sir,’ said the P.O. ‘although we call them messengers.’ ‘Indeed!’ said the Brigadier. ‘That’s what I call a nice pair of buttocks,’ thought the Brigadier. ‘Firm and plump and whippable. Wonder what they’d call a bum like that in the Naval Cadet Corps.’ ‘In the Army, my gel, we’d say you didn’t know your instrument,’ declared the Brigadier, when the girl had given him a private demonstration of her lack of techni

From Uniform Girls 14 (also published as Into the Storm in New Blushes 2.23) Naval Instructor Eric Ponsonby studied the latest communication from the Ministry for a second time. He was, to say the least, rather irked by it. Were they going soft in the Youth Service Section at the Home Office? It certainly appeared so. As head of a Remedial Training Centre, he certainly didn’t consider that a maximum of nine strokes of the cane in any day could be properly termed ‘remedial’. Admittedly, at the small Coastguard Station of which he was in charge, he was used to having a pretty free hand. Certainly a freer one than if he had been attached to one of the larger Naval Centres. Before now he’d given a girl conscript 24 strokes in a day and thought nothing of it. She, on the other hand, thought quite a lot of it, of course! His kind of Centre was  meant  to be tough. Girls sent there had been trying to buck the system… and an ordinary Tr

A nice little YSS story from Uniform Girls 32 A big girl in thin football shorts. As the sea wash sprays against her, it is apparent that she is wearing little else, save a simple cotton tee-shirt. She holds a brightly-coloured triangle of fabric in each hand. The offshore wind has ruffled through her hair, but her recent exertions have given her a glowing healthy sheen upon her bare young limbs. The Island Master sits a few feet away, on an old wooden bench. Susanne is undergoing instruction. And she is achieving very little success. As yet. He checks her stance. ‘Feet together, young lady. Stand up straight. Hands by your side. Hold your stomach muscles in. Pull your shoulders back. Come on. Sort yourself out! You will not be slovenly in my presence!’ Susanne jumps to attention. In her hands she grasps the two brightly-coloured triangles of fabric. ‘Now face the sea and send your message, young lady.’ She turns, so that

A final visit to inspect the girls from Training Ship Viceroy and On Board the T.S. Viceroy , who are back at sea now after their on-shore excursion. From Uniform Girls 34 Susan and Penny stand smartly at ease on the forward deck of the  Sea Maiden . It is a bright and sunny June morning with a light south-westerly breeze which causes the well-scrubbed deck planking beneath their parted feet to ease slightly up and down. A large gull wheels overhead, then swoops in to land in the rigging some five feet in front of the girls. Susan’s eyes take it in without moving. What type of gull is that? They are supposed to know about seabirds, supposed to have remembered what was in that book of Mr Calway. He could easily ask, and if they don’t know of course… if she, Susan, doesn’t know… Both girls are in  T.S. Viceroy  uniform. White short-sleeved tops and matching brief shorts; sailor caps set squarely on their heads; white ankle-socks