Room 2D

From Uniform Girls 41 with Jane Williams David Holbook could think of nothing else. The Lower Sixth French exchange trip. He was going on the trip but that wasn’t what made him think of it day and night. No it was the fact that Elaine was going. Elaine Lindale who was of course his girl. His steady, permanent girlfriend. They would be staying with French families, each one of them with a different family. So naturally that included Elaine. She would be staying in the house of a Frenchman in other words. That was how David viewed it. And that was the main thing, the central horrendous fact in David’s mind. For two weeks this Frenchman would have Elaine at his mercy. To do what he wanted with her. And everyone knew what Frenchmen wanted. They were gropers of girls’ bottoms for a start. But more than that — they were bottom spankers if they got the chance. If they had a girl staying with them, at their mercy. Especially a super-loo...

A nice little one-off comic strip by Paula Meadows from Janus 20 Julie must be out of her mind, coming in from badminton practice at 1.24 am. She promised her parents she’d be home by nine o’clock at the very latest. They’re terrified someone might take advantage of their daughter, who never stops flaunting her lovely body. Tempers frayed, they’ve stayed up waiting for her once again. ‘YOU’RE FOUR AND A HALF HOURS LATE, JULIE!’ her father roars. ‘WHERE THE HELL HAVE YOU BEEN?’ — ‘She’s been out with a boy, I’m sure!’ her mother wails despairingly, ‘Where else could she have been?’ Both completely disbelieve her pathetic cover-story. Even at 17 Julie is not too old for really strict old-fashioned discipline. Her father is determined to make her bottom sting like fury this time for her lies, her cheek and her disobedience. Right now he’s a very angry man. ‘ You’re going to wish you’d never been born, young lady! ’ he yel...

The concluding part, from Blushes 75. Nice to see a classic Balcheresque caretaker making an appearance. Lying in bed Amanda gazed up at the darkened ceiling. It was Wednesday night, halfway through her fourth week at St Dominic’s. She would soon have been away from Mike a whole month because they still hadn’t managed to meet since her leaving Gloucestershire. It was  awful , at times she felt really desperate for him — though it had to be admitted at other times Mike was completely out of Amanda’s mind. When something particularly awful was happening to her, for instance, and there had been some pretty awful things since she had started at St Dominic’s. Some of them so awful that Amanda almost felt she must have dreamt them. Mr Lanley and the Squash Club was in that category. As was Mr Mather. Being over his lap with her knickers down, because Mr Mather had carried out that dreadful threat. ( Could  she have dreamt it? A...