Room 2D

Three-part story from Blushes 3.  Leia Ann Woods re-enacted this story in a Miss Marchmont video called The Finishing School but sadly I lost my copy. Part 1 - A Secret is Discovered It was one of those wet afternoons that September can bring as a reminder that summer has slipped into autumn. Rain rattled intermittently against window panes and in the lofty room which Basil utilised as his one-pupil classroom an old-fashioned gas fire hissed quietly, its pipe-clay burners glowing cherry-red. There was a smell of chalk dust and furniture polish, and the light from the tall french windows, filtered through the leaves of an unkempt rhododendron bush outside, lent a greenish cast to the room’s bare, cream-washed walls. The classroom was at the back of the house, away from the noise of traffic along the busy road at the front  —  away too from busy-body neighbours, screened by the rhododendrons and a large holly tree beside the garden fence. Whatever Basil might want to keep secret from

Reggie takes certain steps. Story from Blushes 1 featuring the words and art of the master Alan Bell. Sprawled across the desk in the Headmaster’s Study, Pauline’s direct view of the proceedings in which she and her bottom are playing the central role is somewhat limited. The red leather seat of the chair behind the desk occupies much of the foreground - the imprint of the Headmaster’s backside is visible in the slack seat covering - and beyond the chair there is the edge of a carpet of complicated weave, where it stops short of the skirting board to leave a strip of polished planking some two feet wide. Rising up through the floorboard a little to the right of the chair and close to the wall there is a gas-pipe with a brass elbow leading the narrow tube away to an old-fashioned fire, set in the wall. To the left there is a tall bookcase with glass-panelled doors, with one door left half open. If Pauline turns her head to the left

Time to leave the hallowed halls of St Angela's in search of more stories. Here is a classic from Blushes 62, uncredited (like all Blushes stories) but bearing all the hallmarks of R.T. Mason The Domestic Training and Interchange Centre was its formal title but that of course was a bit of a mouthful and the name was routinely shortened to ‘Domestic Centre’ except in official letters and pronouncements. There was one in every town nowadays. Southchester’s might have been a school at some time in the past: a large building with a central high-ceilinged hall and various smaller rooms. But no one seemed to know about that, people were vague about the past nowadays, certainly anything pre-1995. Whatever its past everyone knew what the Domestic Centre was now, its function. Certainly girls, young women, who were not fortunate enough to be from Class 1 or Class 2 families knew. And by the same token adult males who  were  in those social categories (Class 1 and 2) would certainly kn