Room 2D

A classic Roué video The attractive schoolgirl receives the ruler on the seat of her tight navy-blue knickers followed by several hard hand-smacks. Then down come those knickers and she is made to f etch the cane and position herself over the desk. The rod whips down onto her naked buttocks several times and then, having been told to remove her knickers completely, the poor miss has to spread her legs further apart and the punishment is resumed. Her bum cheeks wobble and her tears flow as the caning is administered with a breathtaking severity. Made to stand in the corner, hands on head and bottom on display, she is left to reflect upon what was an extremely thorough beating. Review from spankingfilmreview.com: Early Roué ; hand-lettered storyboard; period clothing; anonymous spanking disciplinarian; heavy age play, the kind of film kept under the counter when these were first made. All very much in the tradition of  First Week of Term , Room 2D , Half-Term Punishments , Sal...

From Blushes Supplement 2. I’ve always loved this photo-set, which was used for several Blushes stories. I'm not sure if I’ve previously posted any others here. ‘Look, I’m awfully sorry but I really  must  go,’ said Nicola, ‘otherwise I’m going to be late for school.’ It was a fact and one not to be viewed with any equanimity. The consequence of missing Morning Assembly when you were a Sixth Former at Southfield County School for Girls was dire in the extreme. At the same time it was a decidedly humiliating thing to have to say when you were 17 and therefore grown up, and your companion was older still and thus  very  grown up, with such juvenile considerations as school assemblies long forgotten. They were seated in a green van which bore the legend  R Bulpitt & Son — Plumbers Merchants  on either side, parked in a quiet little cul-de-sac. Nicola Winfield, prettily blonde, and one Kevin Hicks,...

From Roué 38 ‘In the living-room with you at once, young lady,’ Jenny’s father had told her upon his return home. ‘And make sure that you’re ready. I’ll be with you presently. Now, be off with you, girl.’ Jenny had pleaded with her mother not to tell her dad of her truancy. Her words had fallen on deaf ears. ‘This isn’t going to be a simple spanking, my girl,’ she’d said, ‘you’ve had enough warnings. No, it’s high time your father dealt with you.’ And so Jenny had spent two practically unbearable hours in her bedroom awaiting the arrival of her father. He’d called her down on hearing of her latest misconduct, given her a brief lecture, and despatched her to the living-room. Once in the room, Jenny quickly set about complying with her dad’s order to be ‘ready’. She thrust her hands up underneath her navy-blue gymslip, hooked her thumbs in the waistband of her tan-coloured tights, dragged them down, stepped out of them, and put them over the back of an armchair. Then, after a mom...

A photo-story featuring Lucy Bailey from Privilege Club 13 She knew that she was in deepest trouble. Her offence was considered among the gravest a senior girl could commit. She had been instructed to report precisely on time, smartly dressed in Academy uniform, nails polished, hair swept back from forehead as regulations decreed, the books she had been studying in late prep tucked neatly under her arm. Breathlessly she paused outside the daunting door, waiting agonising minutes until the exact moment when she must announce her presence. Her heart slammed, her mouth was dry, her legs felt weak and wobbly. She didn’t feel like Judith Parslowe any more, captain of netball and Classics scholar: her name had dissolved into the mute and terrified entity she had become — a frightened miscreant reporting for the most serious punishment the Academy could administer short of outright banishment. It was time. She lifted her hand and b...