Room 2D

Story from Roué 23. Could this possibly be a sighting of   Verushka Granchova who we saw in Under the Hammer  in Janus, and  Comrade Verushka ,  Isolation Wing  and  The Unseen Eye  in Blushes Supplement? A room. A bed with a white coverlet turned neatly back, bed-linen crisp, pillow plump. Varnished floorboards, slippery under the rug, a blind at the window pulled partway down, institutional green. An institutional room. A photograph in a plain frame on a cabinet beside the bed, a girl smiling at the camera. Books on a desk, clothes in an open wardrobe, an upright wooden chair. A pair of knickers turned half inside-out, forsaken on the shiny floor. The door is ajar, and beyond is a corridor. Outside this room a girl leans her back and her bottom against the wall, long legs propping her at an angle, one knee slightly overlapping the other so that her air of waiting has a suggest...

From Spankorama II, a short but sweet (and seasonal) spanking for Samantha Woodley.

Molly had been excited to stay with her Grandpa for Christmas while her mum went away with her new boyfriend. She didn’t like him at all. But Grandpa insisted she should earn her keep with house duties and she was a lazy girl. So he punished her. Her bum and thighs had been different shades of red since the moment she arrived. But this was the worst. Grandpa had been to the pub with his friend Eric and came home to find Molly had forgotten to get their dinner ready. So Eric helped Grandpa undress her, and he held her arms tightly behind her back with his rough hands. Then Grandpa whipped her breasts with his belt. She cried and pleaded and struggled but they just kept going. ‘Let’s take her upstairs,’ said Eric. ‘It will be easier to hold her still on your bed.’ Indeed.

By regular correspondent and poet M.B. of Grimsby from Janus 58 On the first day of Christmas, my true love gave to me, A paddling on my little derriere. On the second day of Christmas, my true love gave to me, Two smarting cheeks, And a paddling on my little derriere. On the third day of Christmas, my true love gave to me, Three tearful tannings, Two smarting cheeks, And a paddling on my little derriere. On the fourth day of Christmas, my true love gave to me, Four blushing bums, Three tearful tannings, Two smarting cheeks, And a paddling on my little derriere. On the fifth day of Christmas, my true love gave to me, Five burning bots, Four blushing bums, Three tearful tannings, Two smarting cheeks, And a paddling on my little derriere. On the sixth day of Christmas, my true love gave to me, Six stripes a-sizzling, Five burning bots, Four blushing bums, Three tearful tannings, Two smarting cheeks, And a paddling on my little derri...

Dear Editor, Muted applause for Issue No. 14 of Uniform Girls . Stimulating as it was, I feel it could have been very much more so if:- 1. The printed word could have taken precedence over the photographs (in Issue No. 14, 32% as opposed to 66%, with the admirable sketch on Page 26 making up the difference). Why, on the same page, must the subtlety and innuendo of the image woven by the imagination be spoiled by a photograph, which (logistically magnificent) is not necessarily on the same wavelength? An admirable sketch 2. More emphasis could be given to the reactions of those readers prepared to respond. In Issue 14, three pages only were deemed important enough to cater for the needs of those of us who find comfort, support and satisfaction in the equivalent views of fellow addicts. 3. While the taste-buds were sensually titillated by the stories, the three pages of readers’ letters provided food for thought! (P.L. with his television personalities montage; and P.R., Hunt...

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