Room 2D

This summary is not available. Please click here to view the post.

From Privilege Club 11 When you first glimpse my innocent face, the wide, green eyes, full-lipped mouth and pure countenance, you probably think that the sweet and endearing girl before you is as angelic as she looks. You will soon learn the truth! It shan’t be long before that little Lolita reveals her true colours as the most impudent, vain and incorrigible brat that ever was thrown across a knee. I am sure you will agree that there never was a more beautiful bottom than mine. But in order to enjoy the privilege of punishing me, my chastener must first overcome the marvellously erotic sight my bare bottom presents (indeed, it must seem a shame at first to disturb such an incredible pair of pert, rounded young buttocks), in order to be as strict and unyielding as my behaviour warrants. When a stern Sir or Madame decides that he or she has had quite enough of my impertinence and has my girlish bum-cheeks in a vulnerable posture — exposed, quivering, ready — the question now falls t...

From Blushes 32 Going to stand in front of him. Mr Grately was sitting on a chair in the corner of the room. Glancing at a book. He looked up. ‘Miss Simpkins. Oh yes. Miss Simpkins. The girl with the glasses. I’ve had very bad reports, Miss Simpkins. Terrible unpunctuality. Work at times sloppy. All kinds of things. Miss Simpkins needs a good kick in the bottom someone said.’ Mr Grately smiled. ‘What d’you think of that, Miss Simpkins. Take your dress off, Miss Simpkins.’ ‘Look…’ Mr Grately was on his feet. A bulky man. ‘No looks, Miss Simpkins.  Take your dress off .’ All at once she was shaking. She had been told about Mr Grately but had thought they were joking. He wasn’t her boss he was Personnel. Her own boss, Mr Sotherby, was quite easy-going. Well he had seemed easy-going, not saying anything. Mr Grately… He was close. His eyes scary behind his dark-rimmed glasses. ‘Did you hear me, Miss Simpkins.  Take y...