Room 2D

Culver has taken inspiration from the lovely model in Games in a Playsuit for his latest collage piece. The pictures used come from the classic story The Price, which I will be posting later in the year.

From Blushes 49, continuing the  story of poor Linda who has fallen into the clutches of Mr Ranbourne. But at least it means she won’t get sent to a dreaded Rehabilitation Centre, doesn’t it? The camera is going:  Click …  Click …  Click . As Linda is forced to assume pose after pose. In what is left of the pink playsuit. Her big tits thrusting out of the holes cut in the front, her crotch virtually bare, her bottom completely bare except for the narrow strip left between the ripely swelling cheeks. Kneeling up on the high stool. Bending over it: face down and then face up. On the bare boards of the floor. On hands and knees. Lying on her back. Her legs spread, or up in the air. Mr Ranbourne seems to have an inexhaustible imagination when it comes to thinking of poses. Poses which reveal a girl’s body, its most intimate parts, in the most intimate of detail. At last, though, he is finally content. Presumably ...

Another from the archives . Poor Susie! Her first day as a waitress at the Yacht Club isn’t going quite as she’d hoped. She knew the uniform was tight and the members were big tippers. But it was only when she showed up for work that she was told the one golden rule. Any spilled drinks would lead to a smacking — a good hard spanking over the member’s knee. She had thought that would be fine — she’d worked as a waitress before and had only ever spilt one beer. But she hadn’t realised the members would be quite so eager to see her fail. This was going to be her fifth spanking of the afternoon — and it was only 1.30! Poor Susie…

From Blushes 49 (Also published as “Peek A Boo” in New Blushes 2.24). A delightful photo-set. Such a pretty girl, and I like the ambiguity of a “playsuit” — for whose play is it designed exactly? There are several people already sitting in the waiting room: a woman with a child, another with a teenage boy, plus three men. They all look up as she enters and walks across, high heels clattering on the polished floor, to one of the unoccupied chairs. The men especially (and the boy) keep looking because she is an extremely good-looking young woman: 18 or 19 perhaps, a tallish girl with a thick mass of chestnut hair, lustrous brown eyes and a notably full, ripe mouth. Above the high heels and shapely ankles and calves is a dark blue coat which hides further detail. Detail which the eyes of the men would clearly like to see. She briefly meets the stare of the two men opposite, then lowers her gaze. Her face is slightly flushed — at this...