Room 2D

Photo-story from Janus 68 featuring the winner of a recent poll to find the best ever Janus model. Having appeared with her friend Priscilla Waters first as a schoolgirl in  Teacher’s Pets  in Janus 23 and then as a college student in  Nicola and Priscilla  in Janus 46, the lovely Nicola Redway is now an adult woman… What am I doing here with him? Why did I say I’d do it? I am Nicola Redway, adult, graduate in science and mathematics now — not the girl who laughed her way through life with Priscilla Waters at Farnsham Grammar. The mature man and his lovely young consort sit in the lounge of the five-star hotel in London’s Mayfair. He sips coffee, wanting his head to be clear so that every moment of this encounter may be savoured to the full, and remembered later in completest detail. She is having wine, gulping it a bit. Brave, though. Poised and elegant in pin-striped business dress. Almost impossible to believe that very soo

A nostalgic one for me. This was the first spanking video I ever watched, although I didn’t know its name until fairly recently. Miss Dixon (played by an actress known as Rachael) is a cracker. Mr Bass is the senior partner in a firm of solicitors. A very important client’s papers have gone astray. He questions his junior solicitor Miss Dixon about them Miss Dixon says it’s all the secretary’s fault. Mr Bass isn’t interested whose fault it is, he decides to sack both of them. The two young ladies beg Mr Bass for their jobs, and so he offers both girls an alternative. The alternative being a good dose of corporal punishment. The girls aren’t too happy about this turn of events, but after weighing up the options they both agree to take their punishment. Mr Bass warns them both that this will have to be a very severe punishment, and begins with the flighty secretary Julie. He starts by administering a hard, over-the-knee spanking. Al

Story from Roué 11 IN THE PADDOCK Waiting for the race numbers to go up — Who’s my driver… who’ll be caning my bum…? The excitement is always there, every time the Pony Club meet at Mrs Finch’s place down in the country. Cars splash down the muddy lane, turn through the gate. Cars with smart-looking women at the wheel and younger, prettier passengers. Estate cars, Range Rovers, even a horse-box. They bump along the track, down by the copse, and hide themselves away at the back of the big barn, out of sight of anyone who might drive along the top road from the village. There is a carnival atmosphere as the cars’ occupants avoid the puddles and slip in through the little side door. Women calling greetings, some of them less lady-like than might be expected, only the girls a little quieter. Smiling at each other but treating the older women with what might be respect. Alongside the barn there is, surprisingly, a comfortably furnished room, with a bar. Drinks are sent round, conversati