Room 2D

An interview with Monday’s video star , from Februs 34 I was at home when the phone rang. It was Paula. Paula: Will, Dear. Must this be your last interview? Me: For the moment, sadly it must. Paula: Februs and the readers are going to miss you. Me: Paula, not half as much as I’m going to miss it, them and you. Paula: Enough of this cloying sentimentality and on with the last. Me: That would be fine if I had one in mind. Paula: As it happens Will, I was talking to a friend who is very much into the scene and he was telling me about a lady he met when he was dining on his own for once at a French restaurant. And guess what? She was the manageress! He felt there was something about her and he was right. He went there a few more times and gradually brought the conversation round to all things spanking, as it were, and they became good friends. Anyway, she’s not very experienced yet, so he thought an interview with ...

Story from Roué 18 As the singing died away she got up from her seat among the school prefects and walked,  clip-clop  on the medium high heels which the Head allowed for sixth-formers, along the front of the hall and then up the short flight of steps onto the stage. All eyes — well, all boys’ eyes at least — focussed on those flexing bare calves beneath the thin summer uniform dress, for Gillian Blair, Head Girl at Greenfields Comprehensive, undoubtedly had a very shapely pair of legs. She stood in the centre of the stage ready to read out the various day’s announcements as was customary at the completion of morning assembly. For most people the business of standing up there in front of the whole school would be quite an ordeal: all the eyes upon you — the girls, many of them envious, and the boys, well, undoubtedly quite a few enlivening the boredom of assembly by indulging in varied lustful thoughts about Gillian, fo...