Room 2D

A short but sweet story from Blushes 33 Those days seemed always to have been sunny days, as he remembered them; they couldn’t all have been so, of course, but memory functions selectively, and his chose to bathe his recollections of those hours in the little room, in the warm yellow light of Hovis afternoons in mid-summer. The window would have been open with the sweet tang of new-mown grass sharp in the still air; she would be naturally fresh-scented, the smell of her hair delicate in his nostrils as he stood behind and guided her, with a hand at either of her hips, to stand before the table over which she was to be caned. He could see — could see even now — the wide expanse of grass beyond the window, and old Fred sitting on the big motor mower, its puttering and clattering muted by distance, his workman’s cap on his head come rain or shine; and he could hear behind him, as he stood at the window, the sibilant shush of cott...

Dear Sir, For the last 12 months I have been a fairly regular reader of your publications, I usually buy one each month. The last half dozen or so have been brilliant, featuring good settings both indoors and outdoors and your models really look ideal. Also recently there has been much more nudity, just the thing for us red blooded males, we like tits and pussies as well you know! No red bottoms or red stripes these days, is this due to censorship? Now a couple of ideas for you. 1. How about a full colour edition say quarterly or even just once a year, I am sure most of us would find a few ‘bob’ extra now and then. 2. How about a reader’s print service, we send in page and picture number of our favourite shot, and of course an appropriate fee, and you send us a colour 8 x 10 print. Finally a please, please, (down on bended knees) please publish a full frontal of either of my favourite models. The girl in the swimsuit Supplement 19 pages 25-35 or the girl as the Red Indi...

A vintage silent super-8 movie from  Janus The events that take place in the Head’s study prove a traumatic experience for Susan. We feel sure that the viewer will be thrilled by the exciting action and authentic caning sequences portrayed in this film.

Story from Blushes Supplement 20, which feels like a R.T. Mason one. ‘It’s hot,’ Antonia said fanning herself. ‘It’s too hot.’ It was hot, certainly, as it usually is on a June afternoon in southern Italy. Hot and sultry but nothing Antonia wasn’t used to; she had only come 40 kilometres from her own home to this, her father’s brother’s father-in-law’s place. And Uncle Paolo’s house was no hotter than the one she had grown up in. No, it was more just something to say. Small talk… She only saw Uncle Paolo occasionally, or had in the past, so he was partly a stranger and she felt awkward in his company. And there was also the matter of why she was here; why she had come to stay with him. Antonia knew the reason though it hadn’t actually been spelt out. That alone was enough to make her nervous, to feel the need to say something. But perhaps on reflection what she had said was not the best of openers, in the circumstances. For th...

From Roué 19 The drawing on this page, offered for consideration some years ago by a collector and previously unpublished by this magazine, has found a niche now that three later drawings by the same artist. The time gap between the execution of the pieces has added a new dimension to an assessment of the four drawings. It should be said that, although a number of drawings by this same artist have been unveiled to an appreciative readership in the Gallery, the gentleman whose pencil has traced the outlines of these delightful girls with such understanding, not to say relish, has thus far remained something of an enigma to us, since we have not been able to communicate directly with him nor commission work from his free-flowing pen. The first drawing, when compared with the others, does admittedly suffer from the excellence of the more recent illustrations. Clearly there has been a considerable refinement in the artist’s skil...

From Uniform Girls 50 with Louise Wilshire Gareth Renman, Headmaster of St Justin’s Grammar School, gave his rocking chair a reflective shove with his hand. It was a big chair with rather complicated whorls of heavy bamboo. He watched as it rocked easily to and fro. He was actually picturing it in a different mode. Upside-down and stationary. With a girl stretched spread-legged across the underside of the seat, her ankles held in the angles of the big runners. A Sixth Form girl, mature and very shapely, with a thick mane of ash-blonde hair. His new Head Girl in fact. Paula Minchell. Yes, stunning Paula. On the chair, spread-legged and bent over. With her knickers down and her short pleated skirt right up over her back. So that the whole of her ripe bottom, the full twin moons, is on full display. And in this position of course it is not just those full moons on display but everything else as well. Paula’s pussy. She is showing, ...