Room 2D

The first in a lovely series, from Janus 119. When she was in her late teens, Alison Gregory joined the great legion of back-packers and left Britain’s not-so-sunny shores in search of freedom and adventure. A trek across the entire breadth of India was followed by an opportunist crossing to the US. Although the trip had cost her nothing, when she arrived in Boston, Alison was broke. With no qualifications, apart from a few ‘O’ levels which meant nothing in America, she tried to gain employment as an English nanny. Unfortunately, the agency that enrolled her had few openings. What they did have was a number of vacancies for private nurses. In general, many of these appointments required little medical knowledge and because of her dire financial situation, Alison agreed to an interim appointment. Her employer had once been a very successful importer of English tea, but an accident left him without the use of either of his legs an...

From Blushes 39 Mr Lindop is a very bookish man. You could imagine him as a professor or something. With that serious expression, the half-rimmed spectacles, his balding head. Do professors have balding heads? They probably do. Most of all he almost always has his head in a book. As he does now. Even here in this hotel room. While she, Miranda, is in the cupboard. On her knees… Not Miranda, Teddy. ‘I think I’ll call you Teddy then,’ he said. In that shop, in the lingerie department. ‘What’s that called?’ and she said, ‘It’s a teddy.’ He wouldn’t believe her but of course she was right. He bought one, pale cream, silk. It was expensive. And then he said, ‘That’s what we’ll call you then: Teddy.’ Here in the hotel room she had to put it on. The teddy and the white high heels. Everything else off. And get in the cupboard. Kneeling on the bare floor with her arms raised above her head. Why was he making her do this? To torment her? ...