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A CalStar video featuring Serena Spencer A Saudi Arabian court has ordered that a nurse found guilty of murder should, as part of her punishment, receive 500 lashes. The British Embassy complained bitterly to the Saudi authorities and eventually they were able to come to a compromise. A clerk from the Foreign offices is to be sent out to the nurse's cell and administer good ‘old-fashioned corporal punishment’ the British way! When hearing of this, the attractive clerk comes home and tells her husband what she has been asked to do. Being a keen expert of all varieties of C.P, he is delighted to hear the news and uses this as an excuse to spank and cane her before she goes to the Middle East. Wanting her to do a good job, she allows him to show her what will be expected of her when she reaches Saudi Arabia. She goes away knowing full well what a few bites of the swishy cane feel like, and when she arrives she handles the situation like a true professional. She warns the nurse tha...

Excellent photo story from Janus 32. The label on the large manila envelope said  BALFOUR-COMPTON INTERNATIONAL: MR BALFOUR ONLY . He opened it to take out a typewritten dossier. Miss Sandra Taylor Born 19 March 1965, Chelterfield, Glos. Education: Chelterfield Comprehensive School. Parents: Mr Ronald William Taylor, draughtsman; Mrs Linda Janet Taylor, housewife. In July 1983 ST (then aged 18) came before Chelterfield Magistrates Court where she was found guilty of shoplifting. A young BCI operative, Miss Julie Bradley, was attending the court to note possible suitable subjects for Mr Balfour’s Project and formed the opinion that ST was worth investigating; she accordingly made contact with ST afterwards. Miss Bradley, two years older than ST, was able to gain the latter’s confidence and her opinion that ST was suitable material was soon reinforced. Shortly thereafter ST, who had already left the parental home, was invi...

From Roué 36 It was for persistent talking and giggling during Geography that Jackie Morton, Form 5B, had been instructed to remain behind after her classmates had departed. As the lesson was the final one of the day, all was quiet as the girl sat at her desk in the front row. The only other person present in the classroom was the teacher who had called for her detention. Mr Hall sat at his desk, a couple of yards from where his errant pupil was seated, clearing away the papers, pens and other sundry items. This completed, he turned his attention to Jackie. Resting his forearms on the desk-top, he spoke. ‘I trust, Jackie, that in between your chit-chatting and sniggering you managed to pick up the occasional smidgen of information; that, as far as you are concerned, the lesson wasn’t entirely a waste of time… Eh?’ ‘No, sir… I…I mean yes, sir,’ Jackie fumbled her way through her reply. ‘Very well, then,’ chirped Mr Hall, ‘you therefore should not have too much difficulty in givi...